The Songs Of The Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Through my age there have been unwritten ways
With their times and things in convert lock's
The entrails routes of colors and grays
Shoulders of struggles on serrated edge rocks
Someone standing in the doorways being born
Waiting for the irons of earth to pick
Living with their dreams in effort shreds worn
Never seeing flames from the firing wick

Love’s never easy for those who are lost
Waiting for things to turn out to be right
Days without affairs not to happening
Feelings each one passes when they are crossed
Through frozen constellations of the night
The songs of the heart - never taught to sing

*(Dedicated to the many people who haven’t made it; and to the boss: Bruce Springsteen - for his songs …)