The Door Into The Open Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The Door Into The Open



The door into the open
where new morning is,
and flowers among then
into its dreamy bliss.

And futures lie ahead
in giving and taking,
where past times bleed
in each their efforts making.

O life is so much this
a future without a name,
a morning of a kiss
from a heart beats flame.

The dreams stand never still
they come and go to please,
and some they will fulfill
like green leafed trees.

The door into the unseen
is where no one can know,
it is among and between
where every future's go.

Oh, life this is all our door
we all open it to see,
what each new step is for
and where tomorrow shall be.

Saturday, November 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: future
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