There are only dreams between <br />Those rising wings and me <br />Not everything is held or seen <br />That on this earth is free <br />The blue sky made with caress <br />And beyond time and still <br />Between those hours of loneliness <br />That space afar might fulfill <br /> <br />There's much deep turning dark <br />With flowers of its believe <br />And moments in silences spark <br />Those have their hope and weave <br />That keeps a shining soul bright <br />And brings their going on <br />From previous touched life's night <br />That from reality is now gone <br /> <br />There are only dreams between <br />Those free up coming days <br />Collected bit by bit through glean <br />In many of assorting ways <br />Those precious life moments bring <br />And filling the steps of turn <br />That again through our veins do sing <br />As we those memories learn<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-only-dreams-between/
