Within The Dreams Of Every Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Within the dreams of every day
Falls a heart in beat of time
In their different forms and play
From lowest part and the prime

As their feelings come in clear
Running through the rhythms found
Through months and each year
From the tides turning around

Life that touches everything
From its day and nightly on
With the words and songs to sing
Until they descend and are gone

Rushes of the waving hours
Of the endless sea from outside
Seeds of gone and coming flowers
With our feelings as their guide

What it means or nothing at all
Through the colors that are there
During this endless times that fall
Until all is gone from all of here

Worlds of world’s different apart
Love that comes and can’t stay
Commencing beat of one own heart
That’s today or from yesterday