Time Will Come And They'Ll Glow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Time will come and they'll glow
But yesterdays are gone somehow
Like a lovely dream down the row
That billowed a while to and fro

There is so much from day to day
That isn't completely forgotten
And as the memories to us play
Scattered times again are plottin’

The wind's gay’s sometimes blowing
Through time that has just gone by
As each hour's still with us growing
The old and forgotten away will fly

Realms of tomorrow are built on this
And woven around our innermost desire
Fading radiance and a gleaming bliss
That catches our dreams in their fire

Thousands of bright through the dim
In forms of visions so much untold
Playful beaming thoughts of whim
That no one can warp around or hold

This and more of a yesterday's dream
Bringing on a while vision of its light
Glow of its moments like fairies seem
Going away into the forgotten night