Reversed Sideways (From, Myspace) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Reversed sideways
When the morning comes
In dawn breaking plays
Of distance drums
When seeds become flowers
Rising from earth
In tomorrow's hours
Of every peaceful worth

The old news trays
With every falling brief
Into the lonesome grays
Like a withering leaf
Tonight is now going
With what the past did know
Into fogginess growing
Every departing flow

Reversed tide waves
From sea of inerrancy
The ongoing that enclaves
Its shore transparency
Where the billows rise high
In the openness sea
As vast as the sky
Of the powerful and free