O What A Dream Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O what a dream day
Everything in its yearning
Come wind harp to play
As clouds of sky are turning

All is for a reason to go
Dream that are on the horizon
Wonderful way and its glow
Every mood reality realizing

O what a lovely hour
In every moody on breeze
Swaying the blooms of a flower
Bending the branches of trees

Love is a morning of springtime
Every yours wishing foretell
Rise green colors in prime
As summer comes quite so well

Promise a kiss to long
Wishes infused with a feeling
Morning arising new song
Away all tender is stealing

All that you feel from inside
When you are high in your joy
Wishing a moment to abide
That nothing unlucky shall destroy