Coming And Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Coming and going
World is at never end
Times times growing
Moments of a blend
Catching our dreams
What we have found
In the ocean’s streams
Here everywhere around

Yesterdays had hours
Full of its seeds
Morning brightly flowers
In all what earth reads
Footsteps in the sand
Those were made by me
Dreams I could understand
And made my liberty

Clouds are drifting high
Brightly going on
In my amazement sky
Till those pictures are gone
Falling drops of rain
Touch my love and earth
I hope nothing´s in vain
That came with my birth