Songs Of The Morning Promise Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Maybe your way is an easy way
Through the time and emotion
Carrying its proposals on today
In all sorts of confusion ocean

Those have been given and build
With every shattered on dream
Long way with its reasons tilled
What then in the past did seem

Days like sideways on the rising
Without distress of yesterdays
Every its opportunities surprising
From each lives tilted and lays

Songs of the morning promise
Dancing still out of its reach
The Gleams of its stars like a wish
Distances long way still to teach

All that was given with heart
Into the beat of its own dance
The promises that did start
From nothing by its own chance

Like the ships keeping up sails
Departing to a faraway land
Or a train on the correct rails
To comprehend life’s understand