This Is Just A Dream Poem by Peter S. Quinn

With everything not seen
Lonely hour’s scheme
Here and there between

First eyes of morning
Glowing red and yellow
With yesterdays yearning
And tomorrows for hello

This is just a day
Working thru and being
In its living play
And opportunities seeing

Early footsteps on
Skies of gray and blue
Returning summer sun
For both me and you

This is just an evening
Romantic in its heart
Shadows flush bringing
Before dreams again start

Last eyes of awaking
Imagining and discovery
Excel of breath taking
Before life becomes free