It's time for dreams...
and starry ways,
where wonder seems
in golden rays.
And everything
is on and on turning
through circling
in dreams yearning.
It's time for night
in glisten shine,
of star sky bright
in a gyrating line.
With the Milky Way
and faraway dreams,
where lights play
in twinkling streams.
It's time to sleep
for a fairy tale,
and from it reap
an unknown trail.
For dreams go around
in a rotating way,
the unknown is found
in its search and play.
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2018-04-08 at 15:48
Tags Dream Night Wonder
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It's Time For Dreams
It's time for dreamsand starry ways,
where wonder seems
in golden rays.
And everything
is on and on turning
through circling
in dreams yearning.
It's time for night
in glisten shine,
of star sky bright
in a gyrating line.
With the Milky Way
and faraway dreams,
where lights play
in twinkling streams.
It's time to sleep
for a fairy tale,
and from it reap
an unknown trail.
For dreams go around
in a rotating way,
the unknown is found
in its search and play.
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
Read 884 times
Written on 2018-04-08 at 15:48
Tags Dream Night Wonder
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