Hallucinations Poem by Peter S. Quinn

No one is going to love you
So bitter sweet in its moments
Love is taking endless falls through
With its ever living strong trends
What you will admire to make
When a day comes to another one
To endless sites of oceans awake
That with its waves to shore’s done

Give what you need and then go
With lost fixation splitting apart
Whole thing of each worth to show
What begins again from its new start?
In and absent from there back too
Losing every limb toward living
Hours making whiles in the new
Never form darkness much giving

No one is going to be returning
Into unmarked and on moving tide
For hours of vanished are burning
Like a smoking cloudy misty ride
For love's only love while it'll last
Into growing reeling what once was?
Returning to lake of recollections past
Through spinning wheels of endless toss