Endless Waves Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All life is going through
into the clock beat,
old times and the new
with their trick or treat.
So much there going
into its timeless ways,
footsteps newshowing
as it to instant plays.

You are now for a while
meeting your opportunity,
maybe a personal style
as time comes to be.
Nothing is though clear
what shall rise to and shine
footsteps gone everywhere
some still in sunshine.

These are endless waves
flowing to oceans gone,
memories some craves
still in their hearts on.
Like a flowering sow
dreams that rise to be,
then again it's time to go
become again all free.