I Had The White Wind … Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I had the white wind in my beating heart
But it has become blackish as the sand
I knew when I my first morning did start
That love is an eager way to command

To fill every dream with its treasures
And make all the pathway freedoms come true
There is need to be growth of its pleasures
Burning on with its fire from people like you

So much of its ocean is still unseen
How waves come to and fro, to give powers
And love that lies there only in between
Is still only a dream gone with the morn hours

So bring your soul on to rivers fresh fields
And show up the strength of water truest wields