Nothing New Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Always some time for nothing new
Just a little light shine in a cloud
In strawberry fields there's much to do
For the going and coming crowd
Everything is moving into its own
Drifting away perhaps to be found
Futures new ways to the past flown
All the lost minutes' together mound

Mysteries deep of the sky and blue
What is the purpose of this whole?
Why is this shown to only the few?
What good can it be for each soul?
A heart is so strange with its love
Giving passion and taking it away
Drifting in feelings like a cloud above
Some will though always inside stay

Wings overheated will never fly
They will just try till tired and done
We are unseated until we both die
And into darkness our hours are gone
Close to something love is at stake
Shining its light into the deep hood
Bringing back trust to give and take
All is not lost in the absinthes wood

Always some time for nothing new
Just a little light shine in a cloud
In strawberry fields there's much to do
For the going and coming crowd
What will tomorrow's destiny wake
With existent for everyone to share
At its stage a feature and a new take
Something so untouched some so dare