Yesterdays Are Going By

Yesterdays are going by Clouds in clouds of a dream Open space and blue sky Not everything what it seem Rising flows and falling Like swift breeze on its go Somewhere from past calling With memories and glow Today dreams are not to be Only for a short while here What we feel and what we see Tomorrow it will be somewhere Calling to out and going on Such as life in its billow rise Everything to oblivion gone Not be tied to grounding ties Flowing on like the evening Everything from realty way What shall the unborn bring? Into the first instinctive of ray Where global wheels turns fast On to the ancient history hour Bringing some of intact to vast Seeds of each newborn flower