Secretly Things Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love for the essence it gives to you
Into the modal of each twilight heart
Certain palpable elements are going through
Secretly things of extinguished impart
Hidden within the love songs of chasm soil
Quick and pure as the running fresh water
The threading of paths that become uncoil
Under sudden rising of its tauter

Little by little a heart will be in motion
To the endless secrets form sleepers pace
Through virulent rivers that rise in surge
Like rain to forest in gathered potion
Each swapping of its flow the plants embrace
To the earth and grass in its pouring urge