For Every Occasions (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

For every occasions
There is something new
Times cells intuitions
Coming in perceptive through
Tones that are found
In rhythms of the near
Soundings off all around
From the past and year

The flow of motions
Slowing or fasting on
Weaving thoughts erosions
Till their pace is gone
Rising to the inner chord
Of every togetherness
In the end of times toward
Our own emotional cleverness

For every turn of tides
The song in time is rising
Through deeps or barefields bides
Its flavor exposure surmising
To meet the unknown sky
A tomorrow perhaps seeing
With questions asking why
Or only in time being