There Are Only Dreams Between Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are only dreams between
Those rising wings and me
Not everything is held or seen
That on this earth is free
The blue sky made with caress
And beyond time and still
Between those hours of loneliness
That space afar might fulfill

There's much deep turning dark
With flowers of its believe
And moments in silences spark
Those have their hope and weave
That keeps a shining soul bright
And brings their going on
From previous touched life's night
That from reality is now gone

There are only dreams between
Those free up coming days
Collected bit by bit through glean
In many of assorting ways
Those precious life moments bring
And filling the steps of turn
That again through our veins do sing
As we those memories learn