You Fill Me - A Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You fill me with hands easy
To pound my heart on
Struggling ways breezy
Occasion that never are done
Living is making it through
Finding the moments tossed
Glowing and sprouting that's you
When every struggle is washed

Reasons ready and flowing
Coming up into the air
Everything clearly going
Like breeze in your carefree hair
Everything is worth its while
That has been given time to
Walk with it - read from its style
And the rest is something to do

Fill every moment you consume
Days will be in between
You have your roses to bloom
Nothing but roots are now seen
Fill every day with its magic
Three will be something to grow
Now its just fire on a matchstick
Coming to height from the low