Sonnet, Naively Forward (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Naively forward like the innocent wind
Shifting through clouds that are moving along,
To an unborn thought that comes in a song
Later when it is alive and designed;
Whatever the heart and it's content can find
What makes each breathing come weak on or strong,
When hours aren't ticking and moments prolong
And sky in evening colors - is up pinned.

Fancies that switches to patches to be
Climbing the faltering steps to the sprawl,
When the fingers of sky - eyes again please;
Dreaming awake when dawn alternates free
And the hour raises shadows on the wall,
From the outside flower garden and trees.