The Water Is Clear Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The water is clear to mirror each day
Through the tranquility of moods and waves
Each picture an image of what one craves
It shows every clearance of much way
Into the flowing of life forces on
Running through the remoteness of the land
Of tone tides one comes to understand
When every dropp of water is gone

The hours are in thought with eternally muse
Bringing to surface compartments of reflect
There from its first in existence forms defuse
Sometimes going back to void neglect
Our time is just heart beats into cadence
Taking us of steps on to wistful trance