The Strings Of Times (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The strings of times in gone yesterdays
Winged once of energy and in delight
From the days of burning bridges and flight
To dark abysses of more deeper ways

The events that build on times going through
And every occasion beyond their own
The harshest of passing and coming too
Just like the wind that has already blown

The indescribable things that come to live
In the patterns of space that grows to more
Between two corners that stretches them out
The ways and means that purely will give
Their greatness of span where reasons are for
And wonder of triumph to realize about