Endlessly – A Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Endlessly through the hours
We drift on with our dreams
Morning comes in its bowers
Mind-sets illumination streams
Submerged in its silver dews
And adorned by a rose
Through the streets and hues
Everything comes and goes

Endlessly we seek and find
Dreams we once did yearn
Leaving the moon behind
In reverie’s discovering turn
Something happens always
In different forms and try
Warped around interesting lays
Diamonds pristine and cat's-eyes

Endlessly meeting believes
Melancholy tangled in diffuse
Innovative forms and archives
We still have to learn to use
So much is in the sensations
That passes by - never knowing
The remote ports of creations
Undemanding coming or going