The River Is Flowing To The Sea (From, Lost Song Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The river is flowing to the sea
Its water is clear and fresh,
Like the tinkering inside of me
That loosens up or enmesh.

The sun that shines through a cloud
So faraway from earth,
Or the singing bird so aloud
Laying now and giving birth.

All the varieties I'll see
After the winter so cold,
And what will later come to be
Something in memory one can hold.

Falling and rising so high
Taking and giving - renew,
All what teaches when we try
Every aspire that is due.

The river of every thought
That come to bring me forward,
With freedom the world has sought
In every its way and concord.

Oh love you must bring peace in
For the day will darken soon.
Life's joy must come again
Not die in disputed aswoon.