Gentle Gentle On..

Gentle Gentle On - Peter S. Quinn Gentle gentle on The night is now, here, Daydreams passages gone The dim is everywhere. And footsteps in the snow From someone walking, Will come and go And people talking… Yesterday is no more It just flows with time, onto memories shore from its earthly grime. And the breath of air from the cold outside, is in memories here for dreams to abide. Gentle gentle on Where is the future going? Where has it all gone days we were knowing. The time runs on still in its flow and impeding, some ways to fulfill and new days on reading.