We Lost Our Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We lost our way
Onto a never coming back
Roads of many lay
On life's contrasting track

Where opportunities go on
In the depth of memory
Till everything is gone
Once again becoming free

Their sparkles of play
First reality and talk
The moments of coming day
Twinkle shine opening walk

Each remain and year’s awn
That made connections to be
Everything that's under drawn
In everlasting duality

Its hope in passive ray
On the horizons’ almanac
To the corners and pathway
Of shadows deep and black

Life’s to and fro autobahn
That made purity preciously
Everything is timeless aeon
In epoch possess treasury