My Heart Is Window Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My heart is window of time
With the ways that lie many times ahead
The climbing of its made begrime
That with each robe to the high is read
A way of the oceans so smoothly
And a sky with an open cleanness
Whatever is coming of entry free
And shows it to roundness of leanness

Those hours from dark waving times
From when it was only a shadow
And the sea was vast in its dark sublimes
With momentarily splinter of glow
As these times were of my forgotten past
The lays of the shallow ground liven
A cornerstone of colors to give it a cast
That from outspoken ways was given

My footsteps are now going to prospect
Of distances running its outcome
To give life new meaning from reject
And end every denunciation accustom
Yet what shall tomorrow bring to its door
And lay down for a prospect to make-do
If we shall not feel what the climb’s for
And we to this new-fangled frontage drew