Simple Moods Of Clusters Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Simple moods of clusters,
Searching for a pearl;
Found is never found,
If it's lost from love.

Trigger finger time,
Creaking roads behind;
Unidentified amnesia,
Forests full of rays.

Can't you see your space?
Empty deep inside;
Flower without petals,
Crawling roots and dry.

Simple moods of clusters,
Days of stirring pace;
Found is never found,
If it's lost from love.

Calls of fortune waiting,
Pushing waves of time;
Some will cross over,
Before the freshest fruit.