Yesterdays Are Going By Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Yesterdays are going by
Clouds in clouds of a dream
Open space and blue sky
Not everything what it seem
Rising flows and falling
Like swift breeze on its go
Somewhere from past calling
With memories and glow

Today dreams are not to be
Only for a short while here
What we feel and what we see
Tomorrow it will be somewhere
Calling to out and going on
Such as life in its billow rise
Everything to oblivion gone
Not be tied to grounding ties

Flowing on like the evening
Everything from realty way
What shall the unborn bring?
Into the first instinctive of ray
Where global wheels turns fast
On to the ancient history hour
Bringing some of intact to vast
Seeds of each newborn flower