Sonnet, Private Parking Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A private parking on my occupied heart
The Inside story for some falling rain
Here is where my beat will wake up and start
Driving away all sorrows living pain
Easy going for its own remoteness drift
Giving and taking so much for the more
Like the clouds that up high shadows will lift
From the dreams of a fancy faraway shore

Many days and the many lightless nights
From the eyes of the far horizon line
I have found my picture in ongoing flights
In both raindrops and shimmering sunshine
When my private became more to the undo
Of the outside that twinkles here through