Without Moving (From, Illuminating Night) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Without moving to anywhere,
Sweetness comes like a gift;
Sharing joy here and there,
Inspirational sight uplift.
The pleasures in the waves,
Bolts of blood and sky;
What's hidden in conclaves?
And the moments beautify.

Like the ocean in autumn,
And shells that go on shore;
The past is desideratum,
Without knowing what it's for.
It comes in steps return,
Close and sometimes twisted;
From it we must then learn,
For why it is so persisted.

Without moving we'll find,
What's touched time's breast;
Today's the roadway blind,
And to near futures the least.
Waterfall and the blooming,
In what your heart might sing;
The times are now resuming,
Before there comes new spring.