Time Is Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Time is going
Like a fire in time
Glistening glow
Losing its prime
Dreams on the fly
Catching a wave
Going to the sky
In its hour’s crave

Time is darken
Like an eye in sleep
Flow stars sparking’
Eras not to keep
All is like a dream
Onward to the night
In lives river stream
Gone in morning´s bright

Time is our being
Life that goes thru
Our ways seeing
What was once true
Light in catching urge
Dream of love’s debate
Thru the billows surge
That can never wait