All Or Nothing At All (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All or nothing at all,
Is all I make of this;
Take a stand or a fall,
Into a future kind of bliss.
Or rather have nothing,
Appeal to your heart;
What wrong or right will bring,
From very first start.

Come find or be lost,
From the things you seek;
Dices have been tossed,
For earth and its mystique.
Make your heart grow,
With a touch and a spell;
All the future it will show,
What the world can't foretell.

Would you be caught under,
Where love is between?
Our own feelings are asunder,
Like the deep aquamarine.
Have we lost each other,
In the ocean of our past?
There is no future's resolver,
Where fortunes are amassed.