Footsteps Of Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O footsteps of going are all now gone away
Dreams that once were feelings inside of me
Rendezvous to seclusion rustic day
Like breezy blow outside the window so free

My heart in a pounding of whispering still
All that was trying to find the road ahead
Yesterdays of gone thought never to fulfill
Soft lines of leaves that autumn once bled

You and I once morning birds of blue sky
Every passage thru to find low and high
Day by days to future in rising fresh dawn

Love themes of the night that we both knew
Now in dark deep of loneliness upon
What's now of love that once was innocent new