Love Comes Across Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love comes across
Into the space of its own
When you’re at loss
Nothing is shown
Teardrops like time stops
Flopping to nowhere
Yesterday becomes what's up
Losing its reality here

Love comes to give
And being a friend
Something to let live
When there comes an end
Tomorrow’s ahead in hours
Somewhere in the middle
Pouring down shaded flowers
In to the times riddle

Come here and see with me
Nowhere land of understanding
What once used to be
In to the past is now landing
Roses of bouquets done
Lanes of the faraway
Somewhere to this it's gone
Somber ahead to the day

*Each of my poem/lyric also has a song to it