There's An Ever Present Past Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There’s an ever present past
Giving each dream a go
Wings moving onward fast
Into the approaching flow
Nothing new nothing old
Only the days in ever lasting
Freshen the moment to hold
Scattering up instances casting

You and I still full of dreams
That to the oceans is reaching
Watering way everlasting streams
Blowing voices there teaching
Rain from the clouds drifting
Drop by dropp in to your eyes
The covert of darkness shifting
Here come the clear blue skies

Reaching to the further side
Of our not so faraway destiny
Where the hue of colors glide
Inside the luminous and free
It would have to exist special
Not to become there through
So much is there abolishable
Going on forever for the new