Fires Of Flaming Made (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Where is she going now?
Love is of sweetness here
Feeling there somehow
Finding its ways to adhere
Love songs of swiftly air
Turning on and around
Darlings of wild affair
Somewhere in sweetness found

Fires of flaming made
Steady and coming true
Never to lonesome fade
Each sparks again redo
Answers for some one
Finding a heart to hold
Peacefully on and on
Into trust manifold

Each day is a new gift
Saved by the broken sleep
Trials of contrast swift
Colors for days to keep
What they have and prayed
Only time rising gives
To every fate it’s laid
And recollections that lives