To These Dreams From Nowhere Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To these dreams from nowhere
Only a new one will come
The sweetness from yesteryear
Like a withering blossom
Upward lost free giving
The outlined body of gone
Our thoughts of past living
That time has settled and done

My fate and heart are free
In blue grey lost returned
These moods from inside of me
That I remembered and yearned
Where I couldn’t fall asleep
Because it flickered on so blue
Near inside my breast deep
And outside each patching through

My dreams resonant around
Till they are lost inside
Or somewhere in reality found
In the forever returning tide