The Many Roads Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The many roads on to the warren
With daily dreams to travel to
Looked to be different and foreign
As its day comes clearly through
And finds its athwart to a renew

The playfully ongoing new themes
On to the calm and better deep
Made up by days freshly new deems
Some to get lost and others to keep
Becoming more clearer from asleep

And as this day becomes a night
With the flowing gleam of its dark
Where once was a cinder flight
Of freshly dawn in new and spark
From shadows flow in chased mark

There are now passing’s to the days
Of beginning roads that equally lay
To the many means of their stays
Each on to their own into their play
Trodden with steps that never stay