Let Me Get High And Low Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let me get high and low
In its own simplicity
Anywhere thought need to go
To become absolutely free
There is so much to go by
Rising the mood that flies
Reaching the somewhere in try
Limits the deeps to the skies

Early morning coming call
Taking you to its first time
Landing and bringing to all
Something we call rhythm’s prime
Daydreaming trips are so hard
If you know where you are going
Become a popular thinking bard
With everything in thoughts showing

Let me get down to the line
One by one they will give
Something of hope to define
Anything you might once live
There are so many feels in a way
Bringing them together what you do
Going by sight in what you play
Everything coming so clearly through