Coming From The Sky Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Coming from the sky
The gyrating moments for all
Going here low and high
Till those luminous fall
Inside the fluttering bliss
The day of the evening goes
Everything that let to this
For all the fading glows

Yesterday was once new
Till it burned up in the evening
With the dark night to renew
And latest dawn to bring
Full of flowering and leaves
Of blossom’s speculation
With their longitude and briefs
Of its wordily education

Coming to this earth
Our wishful thoughts to give
Arrangements and its birth
That truly must grow to live
Nothing is new to be born
In every aspect of learning
Through revelation it’s worn
To every circle ways turning