Nothing Matters Only Your Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing matters only your heart and believe
The truth lies hidden in the ashes of time
Summer and autumn shall all past their prime
On to the ocean of the forgotten weave
Questions get rough and even get there lost
While tunneling through each notion of way
Emotions of the heart stir on and play
With every love that might get there crossed

Obscure like gravel the secrets are revealed
Into their time of silences falling
Dreams that are like horses from chariot unsealed
When reality to their sleep is calling
Leaves of their summer on to the autumn
Following footsteps through secrecy strum