Days Found And Lost (From Coradoba) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Days found and lost
Into the bursting life
Moment’s waves passing
Dark or light ways

Something to be lost
From multiplying reasons
Over to there from here
Circling through and on

Yesterdays coming lost
With its turning impression
Everything inside to blear
Lucking the keys unknown

Sun and the moon showing
From the clouds afar
Diluting moments through
Never restoring again

High and low occasions
Waves to doubtful shores
Dreams some oceans away
Tangles in lives highways

Some paths barely seen
With threads of the passing
Stained glass multiplied tincture
Encircling new forms