Sweet Loves (From, The Complete Collected Poems Of Strains) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sweet loves there are many mottled thorns before
With each ticket to its passionate way
Meeting the coming of new quickly day
Where it goes to pouring desire for more
Infinite at first till it receives me
To its endless tang and small universe
Where faith lay buried in its numerous diverse
Of discoveries of existing sense free

Listen to invisible things fallen to reefs
Of river of desire that give life songs
And is guarded within each freshly new sign
The secret blossoms within the motifs
With every its way in its pass-alongs
Like fallen rain drops to the deepest brine