The Little Poem Of Differences Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You are one way -
I am the other -
That is how differences are:

Like a light that gleams
Through a cloud,
Or a word that seems
To speak out loud;

But perhaps it is
Whispering,
In directions of its own?
Or perhaps it is singing
Of what dreams are about?

***

I have seen my love songs
Written down before,
I have seen every moment
Like a wave from a shore.

I have reached dreams of beyond less,
Gained a goal thought fruitless;
Met a moment in the flesh,
Been wasted, but got up fresh.

***

Every word I have written
I shall write up again,
As long as my poem lies hidden
In the depth of my brain.