Dreams In Faraway Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dreams in faraway
Never go on to stay
They are like misty clouds
Itinerant among crowds

Never to find a way
Making each day to day
Flowing and going
Drifting in time's glowing

You and I like to be
Lovers forever in free
Dreamers among the mist
Into a dream they've kissed

Flowers of open heart
Spring in its morning start
Tumbling down to age
Growing from every tree

Flowing in drifting sea
All in weightless liberty
Dreams in the sight of all
As times horizon's fall

You and I earth in clay
Morning of newborn May
Dust of the roads ahead
Bouquets in its growing bed