Give Me The Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give me the dreams
That goes beyond
Summerfield streams
Inside and around
Everything new
To grasp close and dear
Sweetly on through
And always near

We lose our ways
With feelings alone
Existence it plays
To lives end zone
When nothing’s plain
And we aren’t aware
Our search was in vain
Through walkways bare

Give me the blessing
To find what I need
Loneliness is trespassing
Into my feeling’s deed
And everything I hold
Is not here to stay
Like a heart stone-cold
Its beats now play