This Dream A Gleam Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This dream a gleam upon a gleam
And filling its moments with glow
The river of deep flowing stream
That to and fro drift here and go
Those days have been much in twilight
With glimpsing away to their fill
They answer me through in delight
Much of their shine will though spill
Into the night of its true vision
That flown has up from the deep
Within shadows from eve precision
That never is ours to keep

Their blossoms dark gloomy cloud
Of faraway moods in the horizon
Much in my ascertain has avowed
But drift to the sands of time gone
Its ways of its mystic is not known
Though seen in the light of a day
For all of its wings have grown
From under profound ocean’s play
Where waves are weaving their while
From time to time coming to shore
In abyss moments and darkish beguile
Those born were on the deep floor
To give from their magic and adore