Feelings Of Beings Poem by Peter S. Quinn

From somewhere a day is coming
Just as my hours are going
Together they are all summing
Whatever there is there growing
Turning the page of the ages
Through every aspect of life
Giving its prospecting wages
That to the moments must strife

Feeling the darkness of wanting
Everything comes to day's height
Through streets of mystic chanting
Where there was once some night
Feelings of beings and finding
Steadfastly splitting every try
Moments of today some blinding
With their clouds in their sky

Yesterday rivers are paling
In to the forest of resting
Coming and going or veiling
Round their wings adjusting
Love songs to drink like black wine
From the breast of all being
Progress of past must some shine
For generations later on seeing


*After reading, Interior and Across by O. Paz - I wrote the above.