First Of First (From, Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh love whispered the wind,
Its voice soft and sweet;
Years of youth disciplined,
Through moments coming beat.
The days will become years,
With each life reaching high;
In laughter and with tears,
As days and nights passes by.

Slipping the folders through,
The silences and future's talk;
Yesterdays gone for the new,
As seasons circle and walk.
Among shatterers turning ways,
Behind the straws and hills;
The minutes of hours and days,
All what the future fulfills.

Oh love in each dawn and night,
So many voices in the river;
To newborn child first bight,
what thoughts have yet to deliver.
Moments both sharp and unreal,
The clouds and blue skies among;
First of the first when you feel,
And life starts to listen and long.