Letters Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dreams are done with all the colors inside
One by one they come through and start their glow
With flickering corset from black to white snow
From their deep connotation of shading glide
The reason of words in their meaning define
Sketching a thought with an outside viewing
Within a context of importance arguing
Through their phrases on the page line by line
Senses distorted through time and understanding
Playfully going like black dots to the eyes
Or universes in Big Bangs expanding
Rowing through their mysteries of disguise
Vapors of alphabets into their own
Ordinary or complexes never known


* See the reason for this poem here: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3715066078/