To The Open Sea Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To the open sea
Of the faraway
I’ll be going on free
To meet a new day
Every feeling’s low
Shall rise to high
In letting me know
The openness sky

Like green growing
When summer is here
And yet not knowing
What comes or goes there
An open door's waiting
To be closed again
In our times debating
Hope and ordain

Earth is always tying
Our future to the past
And steps on modifying
As time becomes dust
Each song’s for a while
Tying old to the new
Its open doors beguile
As we are going thru