The Skies Are Dreaming Poem by Peter S. Quinn

And the skies are dreaming
In clouds going by and by
With an intertwine and seeming
To know where the future lie
Yesterdays were old in fantasy
Bringing on days of all kind
Pondering moments of the free
Those where once left behind

The days have lost so much
In the going of easy going
It reached a point out of touch
Its footsteps not knowing
Though still we are in finding
What a life experience does
Our own in personal minding
To get its knowledge across

And the skies are all in scheming
All findings of a cloudy high
Though sunshine is still gleaming
To futures of flourishing tie
We dance our dances till end
Thinking we have it combined
But everything is just a blend
In what we only might find