A Reflection Of Tones Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A reflection of my heart
flowing timeless,
now where can I start
with my caress;
nothing is easy going
it just comes as it may,
in minutes or hour flowing
to meet another day...

Into their beat and going
of memories so full,
in more and more showing
of moments never dull;
though days are gone
that gave these tones touch,
they still do carry on
and love just as much.

A reflection of the days
that once were here,
it momenterly on plays
bringing afection to share;
nothing is easy going
and nothing stays the same,
memories of past glowing
buring in tones flame.