Inside These Moods - A Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Inside these moods
Of ever returning
Flying through timbers
All of their own
Love in the frames
Inside there burning
What is there known
That hasn't been shown
The flowers of dust
Eternally falling
Death rows inside
From the thoughts calling
Who is it here?
That is going nowhere
Always bringing up
What timely comes down
You are just this
Lonesome like a flower
Slowly on to a kiss
What comes and goes
You won't surely miss

Chorus
Don’t spill to dryness roots
Tokens of your peace
Love songs will come and go
Inside every lease
Lonely ways are footsteps away
With its on to on treason
Give your heart let it here play
Everything comes with a reason

Outside these windmills
Times don't tell
What’s up on the hills
Nor down in hell
You may be transferring
Along each trotting route
All the moods steering
Black bearing fruits
The crows in the trees
Not flying today
The longing that frees
With them to say
Who is it here?
That is going nowhere
Always bringing up
What timely comes down
You are just this
Lonesome like a flower
Slowly on to a kiss
What comes and goes
You won't surely miss

Chorus
Don’t spill to dryness roots
Tokens of your peace
Love songs will come and go
Inside every lease
Lonely ways are footsteps away
With its on to on treason
Give your heart let it here play
Everything comes with a reason