Bring Every Flower (From, Coradoba) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Bring every flower
To the inside

There is so much darkness
To know
Like traveling night
With the stars
From the window
Of glassy ice snow

Give me a love to know
Let every existence
In time become real
Losing not its footsteps

Everything is in its distance
Flowing along
To be found
One by one
Like the day
That rises from its dark

We are the seeds
That flow in the breeze
Finding each way
To earth
Making the soil
Full of grass

Those who wait
Shall never find
Destiny wind
Those that go
Are gone forever

Be aware
Of the withering dust