Time Has Come Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Time has come to be of now
In the trials of winter's end
The torrent sun of time's vow
Houses of tomorrows commend
The breakneck of sea dees
That tangled the fruit of dawn
The quill of each wandering wave
It’s dancing hoof and gown
In sands earth of blossoms gravities

Now here comes all across
The gulls and sails from sea
To grow back what was in its loss
To become the clouds of free
The sunset nets will raise granaries
And bring the geese and dow
There once again the billows rave
And green shall be summer’s bough
Yes once again in the seven seas

The eternal waters come and give
From delivering that dwelt
So here again the breeze shall live
That for so long wasn't felt
Like dry swaying straws in breeze
To new flames of turning powers
Those paces that poorly behave
Shall become leaves of tinting flowers
And we again be rooted as trees

Tomorrow…