Every Day, Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day is a remembering
Glowing its present time on to the On
Something away to adventuring
Until those hours are all together gone
Feelings in the unfilled spaces away
Torching the moments that are there to be
It is the season - this of its today
Everything to future, to set and see

Imaginings conquered in its truth now
Where tomorrow expectations is ahead
Birth of every moment´s disavow
Infrastructure to their, nothing mislead

What you bestow to the further on road
Builds up your ambition, heavies your load