Songs For Another Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

These are songs for another day
When moments are more quiet,
When the harp of things don't play
In a back street unknown riot;
Easy thoughts are nowhere still
Making clouds just drifting by,
Every promises must fulfill
What's back classed in black sky.

These are ways for you and me
With our dreams in every breath,
Something what is set to see
Every leaf of earth's brown beth;
Easy coming is too easy for all
You'll have to make persuasion,
Or go draining with the downfall
All has its surface of abrasion.

These are songs to play around
While the tides are drifting by,
Something from deep now aground
Fluffy feathers on flight to the sky;
Reasons and fancy variations
What is in for a moment or two,
Probable conclusion abductions
Anything decisively from hitherto.