Turning And Turning Around (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Turning and turning around
To all this sunshine above
Somewhere something else is found
As sure as this talk about love
Rising to the cloudy sky
Feelings from the yonder
Coming up to the morning high
Everything that drift asunder

Talking about my feeling to you
Those that have drifted away
Something that was so true
Just like the morning new day
I have now found you again
Inside my own little heart
Never to search for its pain
From where my roots did start

You are my fortunate luck
Always the roads that's coming
Forever together struck
Don't need to go on running
Listen to each my whisper
As it from on to my trying
My searches have gone crisper
Nothing cheep worth buying