Dance With Me Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dance with me through waves of new motions
Growing so far out that I can not hold
Rising billows of deep profound oceans
And reaching there with might that hasn't been told
Paces of circles going in their weaving
Strange sketching finding to destiny's shore
Moments and hours each rotating briefing
What might the future for yesterday store?

Come in to darkness to find again light
Spinning thru black holes through end of space
Twinkling light of a meditative thought
Moods of the dreaming in their transit flight
Hour of fulfillment's many splitting ways
Something from their core that can't be taught