In The Days of the Days
In the days of the days going by
Where dreams are not sheets to be read
Only clouds in the misty open sky
Those are going to the times far ahead
To be something for others to seek
From the given of futures not born
We can only think about not to speak
Of those edges in time still unworn
Every hour that's a walking clock beat
Through time of twelve numbers to a day
And are given to a life for a treat
In every heart of the moment to play
That will go on and be of an evening
When the feelings are felt going
With something from time still bringing
Memories and thoughts you're knowing
Days that's not born but coming here
In their futures and wishes to find
When each moment of theirs is near
And the others gone by left behind
By Peter S. Quinn
© 2008 Peter S. Quinn
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