Connecting The Lines Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I wandered alongside this evening song
Through tempers and roots of their many ways
Might of their warm gone but the fragrant stays
Giving compasses and yearnings to long
Reasons of staircases in crystal clear wood
The little forgotten wheels of treasures
Each of their reasons and unlikelihood
Giving its day to day normal pleasures

Completeness of things is in its cleanness
Smoothing its powers to the time chimes
Filling each matter with existing - indeed
The easy going contrasts and betweenness
That goes with existence of lifetimes
Is all connecting the lines you will read?