My Love - Each Moment (From New Waves To The Shore) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My love - each moment has its hereafter
The rainy clouds that fluid with its fresh rain
Sunny day with its yearning and laughter
Worth its gold ingots in every grain
Cold up close and burning heart's desires
That flow behind and in the parts of life
Love we make in earthly ways and fires
With all we have and need to give in strife

Our morning comes in daybreaks so clear
With youthful moments and their young kisses
Friendship treasures full of each surprise
We build on time as life harasses near
With emptiness extinction one misses
Until shadows fill up our torching skies