Living Dreams (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Go on to the instance play
Living dreams of true desire
On the roads that come to stay
Of the morning’s newly fire
Where the hills have no name
Only their rising to the sky
With hope of its carrying flame
That to evening again must fly

Any long way that rushes on
Rise gush of illuminated dark
Core of the routs never done
Of giving beyond glowing spark
Shells reaching to the ongoing
Growing in reach we can't know
The distance of infinite flowing
That comes to contact and then go

Like ascension of a daybreak
In mist of foggy dreary night
Where wink of life shall wake
Before reaching powerful height
Every deep of the ocean’s flow
Through teem of spinnings through
Cling near to nothing of its micro
Always in trajectories to renew