Where Are The Dreams (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give a time to be with you
Because love is all going away
Something of sweet from the blue
Coming in clear with a day
Rain is in shadows of clouds
Somewhere leaving in the night
We are so lonely in crowds
Going from left to right

Give me a time to be always
Someone who loves you still
Summer set blues turning grays
Where are the dreams to fulfill?
Why have you left me alone here?
Without a trace of my need
Come again and be still near
Let me have feelings to feed

Give everything what you are
Turning the tides to its flow
The world has been like an abattoir
Moving in with each scarecrow
It doesn’t need to be like this
We can build up our own
If weigh on wars we dismiss
Throwing away its stale tone