To Non Existence Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To non existence the moments must go
With each their vestiges that came to be
The wandering thoughts that now fly on free
Like the falling glimmering pallor snow
Days that ones were are retrospect's glow
Traveler along the winding dark sea
Crossing murk without their lively spree
Something of recall in tide's time flow

Days be forgotten to times of yore
Like carillons ringing their soundings leave
Echoes that are transformed to new fullness
What has been here the ages can not store
Only to memories they will retrieve
In churn out there as well to less and less