Times On High Are Calling Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Times on high are calling
Feelings that touch like glow
On to sideways are falling
On their catch to their go
Depths a turning electric
Taking chances to be free
Games of know how specific
Everything coming eternally

A heart and soul you can’t hold
Touching the moods of flames
What you bring days to unfold
In their structure and names
The night away of its morning
That comes without a warning
Their callings on and learning
Like a wondering way swarming

Times with bright blue skies
And the opportunities knocking
Never asking questions why
In their turns of unclogging
Only to be there when you call
Giving of what is really needed
Taking a high in its thrall
When breaks are at ease seated