When You Play My Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When you play my song
You feel like I,
In dreams to go and long
And finding reasons why.
Dreams become reality
And always something more,
Days to go and be,
Whatever they are for.

When you give to days
Thoughts you noticed,
They wake and become ways,
What you thought and wished.
As reality is now,
thoughts you gave and made,
Somewhere somehow
before again they fade.

So, all is in a connection
in life's journey turn,
and some become a selection
for more to study and learn.
For that's ways of dreams
to become what is real,
that once just a notice seems
in what you'd thought you'd feel.