Every Hour Is Flowing High (A Lyric) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

That is just your way
Everything is returnable
Coming here or gone today
In an affectionate burnable
Distances always in near
Each moment that is waiting
Feeling on in tempers here
In each they are debating

Every hour is flowing high
Thru the moments and new sky
Dreams forgotten and places
All that was without traces
Every dream that comes thru
Is for you to have and do
Bringing more and more on
Till those hours are all gone

That is just what we give
Every aspect of its force
And we rearrange to live
Thru redeems of the stars
Love songs coming in their try
Memories of forgotten beats
Everything that asks of why
We have love in all its treats

Every hour is flowing high
Thru the moments and new sky
Dreams forgotten and places
All that was without traces
Every dream that comes thru
Is for you to have and do
Bringing more and more on
Till those hours are all gone

Much is made to endure well
Lonely flights onto a heart
Giving of its inner spell
From points of further start
Circling ways in hours dark
Evening comes in wing’s flight
Rarely is there again its spark
You had from a closer sight

Refrain:
Every hour is flowing high…