The Eyes Of The World Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The eyes of the world
They sometimes don’t see
What comes from the inside?
And goes about here free
A love that could kiss
The glow from the stars
The feeling of tenderness
That melts time and wars

The sweetness of life’s river
Flowing still on and on
Every dream that gives
Its stream of wishes won
Like some lost kingdom
Out in the meeting places
With hope’s only future
In its nourishing graces

A dream of dark and blue
Or glow of tipping night
The lips of love trembling
On to its first of a flight
Their sweetest as the roses
In its colors radiance found
Or gathered waves of sea
That to the shore is bound