So Much Of The Day Is Lost Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So much of the day is lost
into the name of no name,
outside to nowhere tossed
into a forgetfulness flame.
Rain has come and gone down
many ways been unlearned,
yellow leaves turned to brown
time's gone and bridges burned.

This and that we didn't know
given many thoughts out,
risen into the future's flow
Something different to talk about.
yesterdays that went away
morning broken words unspoken,
anything you have to say
flames of thought awoken.

You and I so different too
with our ways to carry on,
love is always at least for two
something now together drawn.
Feeling good in passing through
nothing here to take a stand,
thoughts are simply me and you
to go about and understand.

So much of the day is lost
so much really always is,
So much of the day is lost
Everything to that and this.