Whatever Comes (From, Coradoba) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Day comes easy
From dark turning
Over into the flesh
Mustering the grass
Flickering dreams

Night from sleep to wake
Captive moments of dawn
Coming with new thoughts
Scrolling the daydreams on
Until a steady beat

Without the night’s darkish flesh
Only the hour that comes
To turn the heart
Into its self

Bring it closer to me
The fragrance of yesterday
The shivering past gone
Into a winter’s dream
Of early twilight’s shine
Each one that shall be
The moments that come and be
Aloud and in silent thought
Phantom of the shadows
Breezing nippy free
Not too late not too soon
The early hours to start
Before they disappear

Without the night’s darkish flesh
Only the hour that comes
To turn the heart
Into its self

Nowhere to begin
The petals of life’s leaves
The grass of time and thought
Each day and night that goes
Into its very own
All chained together memories
That rise with you to stay
And bring the weaned out love
Of all remembrances
Quite wonderful tomorrow
Ahead of dreams unborn
The blossoms to the flesh
And seeds of unknown days

O what a way of never returns
That come and goes so easily
And bring in bright and dark
The crowded minutes passing
To leave you all alone
Into the next of nothing yet

Without the night’s darkish flesh
Only the hour that comes
To turn the heart
Into its self