To The Minutes Passing (From, Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The dreams are always ahead
Of every wish you desire
In a summer morning bed
The growth is going higher

The people I have meet
They are no strangers more
For I have with them bleat
Found out what they are for

Time comes and meets the minutes passing
And there is only one way through it all
Hopes are sometimes just for the glassing
What comes to be within or be a back fall

We know the truth and lies
Each wakes us up to look
Like the clouds in their disguise
Some are open or a closed book

We need to trust ourselves most
For we are just what we are
Be a perfect partner and a host
And the heart will get us afar

Time comes and meets the minutes passing
And there is only one way through it all
Hopes are sometimes just for the glassing
What comes to be within or be a back fall

Live and die with purposes still
Though lonely the times might be
See the sunshine over the hill
And the garden surrounding a tree

What you give be accounted for
For everything turns back to you
Grow your peace instead of war
And you will get to be what you do