My Heart Is Always In My Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My heart is always in my way
Like a night that comes to shine
With every light of reddish ray
That clearly is of loves divine
In evening silence torching sky
Where horizon shine will glow
And we ask questions for what and why
Our love in touch and feelings flow

Like rustic meadows in the wild
Or the moon behind the cloud
Each loves thread is hard to defile
Like loneliness is in a crowd
The sands of life forever run
And gives its many strange decisions
Between the rainclouds and the sun
Of perfect ways and timeless precision

The garden of love's
Growing everywhere
In sweetness and trust
That around comes
It blossoms prettiest
In strongest affair
Of inner thoughts
In the wisest kingdoms

The gates of their dreams
Were not back shut
For the doors are
Opened up quite and wide
And with its pouring
They are still uncut
In their wholesome sweet
And each bona fide

To aspire there in
Each new going on round
Like the flowers grow
And become of green
You need to aim
In each way and profound
Like seedlings rise up
To be on earth seen
Each passion then be
Of love or its hate
Like opposite directions
In each debate

Our life is like a melting rock
Of its diamonds and pearls to give
That with our time and entire luck
We will find their ways to live
And rise among the dear and dry
That turns all luck into the going
For some will come as others fly
Without it we perfectly knowing

My heart is always in my way
Like a night that comes to shine
With every light of reddish ray
That clearly is of loves divine
Our life is like a melting rock
Of its diamonds and pearls to give
That with our time and entire luck
We will find their ways to live

My heart is always in my way
Like a night that comes to shine

My heart is always in my way
Like a night that comes to shine


*Written to this MJ portrait: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/benheine/3677029800/in/photostream/