There Is So Much In Dreams (From, Dried Flowers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is so much in dreams that cannot stay,
Like all we know that is just for the stars;
Where twinkling lights with darkness interplay,
And only distance keeps it from debars.
Vainly thinking can not link subtleties,
Or faithful always of what he knows and knows;
For all comes down to ones own abilities,
And how each substance from thereon grows.
The infant fingers fumble through the days,
Lovely things that wander off and are lost;
Like song or music somewhere that plays,
Moments in time hours that were aside tossed.
Al things are in passing to be there found,
Some are lost forever some go-around.