There Are So Many Different Ways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are so many different ways
To find a cure and give
Through all on turning plays
That we gather and live

Each morning wanders in dark
To find its light ahead
With targets of its many spark
Those that in dream were read

Its truth comes in like light
For someone there to reach
The waking hours up so bright
That something new shall teach

Like those moments in the air
Those are quite fresh and young
That comes to you so unaware
In its new thoughts and tongue

A feeling started like a smoke
Filling the moments here on
A sentence from the past broke
That later again is gone

There is much to give from there
As hours clear again out
To bring our longing from despair
And take away any doubt