Mysteries (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Somewhere my heart is found
Muscling through each step
Thoughts that I thought drowned
From a long time gone hep
Flowers too wordless to name
Growth that I believed asleep
Fire of the impossible flame
Mine or yours never to keep

All that is too deep inside
Waiting in its paleness blanch
Mysteries unknown that hide
The dangerous broken off branch
Wordless to the something new
The dreams that are not to be
Slowly though coming through
Anything without its prosperity

Somewhere its days will arrive
Meeting the promises done
Inside your thoughts still alive
Anything out of its forming spun
You and I always it peeking
What might become or given
Futures of unknown still seeking
Words that need prove to be liven

Somewhere my heart is found
Muscling through each step
Thoughts that I thought drowned
From a long time gone hep
Flowers too wordless to name
Growth that I believed asleep
Fire of the impossible flame
Mine or yours that we can't keep