Dancing Through Time Leaves Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dancing through time leaves
All the thoughts that come
In its instances briefs
Where aimless steps are from
Living and defining
What entrance becomes now
Words to moods tying
Bringing together somehow

Dances through desire
With every touch in smoke
Bringing it to its fire
That gone days did evoke
So much in burning flames
And living in new sparks
Together concepts tames
In filling out fall in darks

Each time's plenty of own
Music of words on page
With your thoughts have grown
To carry its different stage
Ah love song of my time
With some thoughts from me
Allowing it grow its climb
Of new root everlastingly

* From Lyrics and Poems of April