Thousand Dots Of Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Thousand dots of life
Like fire lights in dark
On to each fulfillment strife
Till they glow and spark
The morning comes after dim
Into the hour of new fire
Casting way whimsy whim
Flying on wing's desire

Love is a way to find out
Where every part is
What a thought is about
In its unknown bliss
Right or wrong we must go
Giving our best to all
Moving as part of the flow
Catching our own call

In thousands ways to learn
With much drifting around
Billowing tides in their turn
Somewhere next to be found
You have an answer for you
Nothing is wrong in its road
Seeing your thoughts through
Taking away its latest load