The Heart Is Playing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The heart is playing
Every beat it knows
Of love it's saying
As it comes and goes

In departing dreams
Full of morning dew
Where everything seems
Only for me and you

Yesterday’s memories
Filling in time wows
Like leaves on trees
In morning dew glows

And love that we had
While days were young
Singing made us glad
And love made us long

The heart is playing
Its endless melody
And years are staying
In memory's time free

Our dreams are growing
Of affection reveries
While years are going
Into time of memories