Have A Quiet Moment Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Have a quiet moment
for the winter is so dark,
find no way to relent
into the night's dull spark.

Forever is always forever,
not a month or two;
intertwined together,
for both me and you.

The songs are coming
and filling up the air,
deep deep dark humming
inside now everywhere.

All is same and nothing,
growing from the roots;
tomorrow is abolishing,
into its steady absolutes.

Each hours is filling,
something of nothingness;
time by time spilling,
- all is to come again fresh.

Forever is always to be,
creating the new from old;
whatever accidentally,
the now can't for long hold.