Sonnet 64, Yesterday Dreams

All our yesterday dreams they come and go,
In all those memories the days hold;
And later obligation will be an embargo,
To those affairs our love once controlled.
Like everything that life gives away,
In moods and feelings so many unknown;
Assorted in meaning like a flower bouquet,
These be tomorrows not completely shown.

Remember each way that turned to the blue,
If you want to catch a heart for it's gone;
There is no time later to make an overview,
Why this turned out so and why this was done.
Turning ways of love are kindled like a flame
Before one knows, it dies out: a place, a name.