Thoughts Surrounded (From Lullabies) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Thoughts surrounded that we alone know
The time’s month combatant fluff
The perfume of the old in memories glow
What inside is made of that kind of stuff
The month’s exposed foot yellow leaves
With thorns amid and roots in ground
Every thought as it comes in its briefs
Nowhere else to be gathered or found

Splashes in sunset the on going repose
From the starlight’s in darkness space
That gathers more or less here to give
Like dreams on to past everything goes
The allowed matter and rotating ways
To become its sources of boundless live