The Corns Of Dust To Dust Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We have dreams to give and take
Anything we know for sure
Moods of tomorrow to up wake
That in Deep Ocean's lure
Morning breaks and dawns of days
Everything in newborn's casts
Colors sets in their many ways
The corns of dust to dust

What you say and what you try
With its parting's on
Every curve low and high
In to the night there gone
Sleepy eyes and the deep of truth
Rainy clouds in their drift
Songs of morning in their youth
Hours in their precious gift

We have thoughts to settle right
Making ways into a flow
Every hour's prospect flight
Into time that there may go
Try every tap that comes to a heart
Showing opportunities distance
Then song of mornings will start
In their opening mode instance