Sunset Sunrise.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sunrise sunset
the day is again going,
This day I meet
in its sunshine glowing.
Dreams that came true
in the daylight,
when the sun got through
and made it right.

Everything is a dream
going on and on,
like a river stream
that never is really done.
Going here and there
like the flowing ways,
meeting times everywhere
in the rising days.

Sunrise sunset
so much there to live,
nothing there to regret
only moments to revive.
Hours gone to night
to the dreams so far away,
until in morning light
there comes a new day.