Take Me To Your Singing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Take me to your singing
From the inside about
Thoughts of longings bringing
Without ever doubt

Take me to your drifting
Like a feathery cloud
Every you is uplifting
In each deeper crowd

Everywhere where there is trying
To find the fields before
In each way and always complying
What each way will store
When it comes to open a locked door

Take me to your thoughts
Feelings there inside
Every what it is and ought’s
That in you must glide
Everywhere where there is trying
To find the fields before
In each way and always complying
What each way will store
When it comes to open a locked door

Take me to your singing
Through the inn’s and out
Every bell is ringing
Tones to the futures loud