Drifting Through (From 'Meet The Moments') Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is always something coming on
Of the dreams that were sometimes lost
Feeling wonderful in moments almost gone
That were here a while and then got tossed
There are ways that inhabit my soul
Filled with radiant and airy calm
Hours that could speak different role
Inside my body and both my palms

Drifting through what always seem
Ways of light and shadows dancing
Everything from thought of different stream
That is slightly wild and transfusing
Dreams of days and the passing skies
Filled with air and hope of tomorrow
As the morning starts and then away flies
Every hour that into thoughts shall borrow

The glimpse of times passing high
Through the fields and the water that follows
The drifting drops from the cloudy sky
Mirrors pure of the inside hollows
Growing fuel to each your quest
The easy dreams that come and then go
They are pleasing and blessed in their rest
Following wisdom from the meadow's glow