I Cannot But Somewhat Wonder Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I cannot but somewhat wonder
What’s going everywhere on?
Feelings so much asunder
That should be close and fun
With the emotions of the heart
In to the new day rising
Where our footsteps every start
In a future without disguising

The love so tender and driven
On to its own departure road
Where cross sides are given
For everyone’s pressing load
Those times have broken up
Or given it its possess ways
Where meetings come or stop
In the disparity of each plays

Living the habits that fulfills
Making and breaking the waves
Out to the dales and hills
Of all the wonderment craves
Powder of time to roads leaving
Bringing in centuries paces
The moods of its interweaving
In openness of turning spaces