Playful Threads Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This day is a dream in my sky
Again and again memories landscape
Each every down and its high
Reasons that ask what is and why
Giving their fixed forms and shape

This hour is for eternally
Nothing is near or too far here away
Wings of thoughts set somewhere free
To equinox of what I see
Distances made in their cadre

Decay roots in silent abyss
Ancient trees among the many flowers
Playful threads and their reminisce
Visions around interim bliss
In instances of coming hours



*Inspired by some poems, by Rainer Maria Rilke (Again and Again, etc.)