Flowers Of The Heart (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Flowers of the heart coil
Through the roots and leaves
Many times they foil
With the tides and weaves
Deeply into earth ground
Afflicted by the dark
Somewhere in shadows found
Not again to spark

Life is of ascending
Through the roots of needing
With the forces blending
That their growth is speeding
Sleeping in the ventilate
Of the difference stretch
Finding the bouncing weight
In the needs to catch

Every day's opportunity
With its laid protection
Acquired sleep or immunity
Through its times rejection
Night's born of day to come
Through sleep or unease
Where chasm roots are from
Under the shady trees