Sky’s Secrets Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every hope has its sky’s secrets
In the murmur of seashore breeze
Like the clouds on the blue carpet
It shall tell its lives diversities

In the coming of tomorrow's wave
From the doors of endless echoes
Where existence in longings crave
Like new dew in the morning glows

The vapors of afar are like smoke
In the wanderings day by day
In creative natures pencil stroke
That in the air current must play

Oh heaven is so bright and clear
In its never ending reflective deep
So much of pleasure everywhere
Always for enjoyment to keep

Each hope is there ever turning
In its flickering light atmosphere
And we here on earth are yearning
To have it along with us here

The vapors of time never-ending
Stories untold still to come
With our faith sometimes blending
In colors where rainbows are from