Eyes Of Everlasting Turning Ways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Eyes of everlasting turning ways
The wandering high and lows
A heart that dreamt of kingdom plays
Like a golden thread that always glows
Each tear that dries on a chin
Or drops down to a stone
Endless hours of its touching spin
When feelings are alone

These are my words to the world
I shall not say again
For silver coins are always hurled
Through each of contrast reign
And death is like its own kingdom
With everything like this
You can not teach wise words to some
For those will always miss