I Ask For The Freedom Inside Your Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I am a leaf in your hands and your eyes
Morning that comes for a day to believe
In the hours of off thoughts the nights gave
Lonely in their mood and cornered darkness
That circles the shade of waves on the water

Don’t let my go into loneliness of my own
Dying into sounds of the forlorn woods
With routs to the anguish inside my heart
Those feelings that gets lost with the flow

Give or take this compassion I have cut out for you
With every moment given that mirrors the deep
Inside this waiting of unbearable seclusion

I have been asking for ways to your feelings
Somewhere asleep inside your backwoods
That never comes clearly out - but always is free