Thoughts In Halting-Places Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Hidden from darkness my feeling of all
Dreams of the moments that whisper away
Every its coming in heart's root lay
The times that are trying in its true call
Dust of my wander in motions and fall
Each its own meaning that they can convey
In presence and embrace of lost array
Through silver wings windows of forestall
Coming of clearance in wide open stand
Its pursuing on, that gives all fresh try
Thoughts in halting-places no one command
Itinerant excursion that meet the eye
Like ongoing drift time and space cannot catch
Its covering spot on shape and each mismatch