O Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O dreams, eternal echoes of the night,
Where shadows weave a tapestry of grace,
In silent hours your whispers cast their light,
And keep alive the truth no time can erase.

Though dawn unveils a world in lit embrace,
Within each heart your secret pulse remains,
A soft, relentless murmur in our space,
Defying loss and mortal, passing chains.

In every tender breath a hope is born,
A quiet vow that sorrow cannot bind;
Like dew that clings to petals at the morn,
Your subtle touch endures beyond all time.

O dreams, unfading fire we can't dismiss—
In you, the spirit finds eternal bliss.