Every Word Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every word is my way
To be singing to you
Like a cloud in the day
In the sky of the blue
Rising high to morning
For the times going on
Every path truly learning
That is from this gone

Every knowing and say
When we feel so apart
In the rise of its hay
From minutes of heart
Times are turning to this
Falling ways in the fall
Every coming and bliss
Those to truth now call

Singing yesterday blues
With so much in its weighing
Every fall and enthuse
That those thoughts are saying
Find the way from within
Give its call a try
Each new notion has a win
In the feeling of the why