The Dreams From Nowhere Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The dreams from nowhere that come here around
In to the woe of the forgotten one
Each love from the deep never to be found
That comes to pour of feelings till gone
The minds that know nothing only dark sky
Of loneliness with passions to be
The liberties of eyes that still time try
Give their sense always set-off yet to see

Love that is from the heart and impression
Never to give up its searching touchstone
Like continuity in murk recess spark
Of each flowing thought and its digression
When moments come in to you much alone
The hours of dejection cynical cark