A Dream... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have a dream to give
that came to me last night,
with magic of night to live
in shadows of moon light.
So much in that dream
that now has flown away,
like water of a river stream
that through the hours play.
those in my heart did fill
the pleasures of going hours,
all in the darkness until
morning awaked its flowers.

Those dreams like a fantasy
on to the deep of dark space,
letting my wings go free
within its light and its grace.
Where I could fly far away
on to the dances of dream,
grasp each its pixie on play
where none in reality seem.
My sensations were in it all
as if I were in its reality one,
before crack of dawn's call
and imaginings were all gone.