Fortress Of Aspirations Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Inside glory is always in upside stream
Fortress of aspirations to highest peek
A light in the way of its darkness gleam
Where flowers are shattered or become bleak
Like day in their rising full of day beam
In wings steadfastly going through the air high
With flowing of morning that comes to live
From ambitions inside that never shall die
But always goes forward to bring of more
This of what you are and always to give
To reach up mountains that comes your way
Bring every hope to weigh as before
For night comes bright again like anew day
And mends broken wings to reach and explore