Garden Of Pigments Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like stars above the ground
And roots beneath the earth
Our own is somewhere found
And has its value and worth
The wings of thoughts fly free
Through words that come in sight
For the minutes that settle to be
Inspirations from a risen new flight

And every time we feel our way
In hours of morning and nightfall
With feelings that inside there play
And give us the mode of their call

The deep sea and oceans around
A sky giving longings to more
Reaching your roots and beyond
Faraway hills to further explore
The dreams that crave our taste
Garden of pigments to embrace
Extension complete and emplaced
Life’s expressway and ambsace

And every time we feel our way
In hours of morning and nightfall
With feelings that inside there play
And give us the mode of their call