The Dreams Are So Clear (From, Bob's Buttercups Songs) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Come to your senses and bring in your song
The s days are right for the right start of living
Anything that comes here still along
Worth every cent in the way it‘s giving
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

Every friendly town that you come to
Will be from heights’ of ongoing on
Something to give around and become true
Till it’s all here in its old time done
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

The rise of each fall and what you do long
Streams of the rivers of all going high
Summer of dreaming in bird’s ways tongue
Into the cast of the coming and the try
And the dreams are so clear in their foretell
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

The mornings are trying to have their saying
Given their time and taste to place
Everything is out in their new comer weighing
That was lost in times of their ways
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

Longings in the distance are giving their all
With every dream that they have found
Each in true knocking and to its own call
That comes here again around and around
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

And every footstep going to whatever it takes
Making their dreaming all come again true
Where are the stakes that people up wakes?
When they become noticing the new
In the dreams that are clear of the knowing well
And bringing them inside its own kind of spell

Nothing is going forever into its own goodbye
Without a try of the fates that comes to your door
Rises of dreams in their low and their high
Something is always in a standing for a store
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell