My dream called life, <br />In the hours now passing; <br />The noon to evening arrives, <br />And star falls are classing. <br />There is a time called sun, <br />With hope unfinisable page; <br />Where shadows are on run, <br />And a peace before a rage. <br /> <br />My dream of a hope, <br />That burns among the lines; <br />With whirlwind some cope, <br />Before it onward shines. <br />Unfinished thoughts among, <br />Body of a flowing peek; <br />Where there is water song, <br />Life that one drinks to seek. <br /> <br />My dream world to come, <br />With every splendid ways; <br />No mere an empty blaflum, <br />That goes with lingering days. <br />What is a word if it's nothing? <br />Only the air and some names; <br />There must be sayings that sing, <br />And actions going like flames.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dream-called-life-from-poet-on-www/
