Under The Carpet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My sun comes and goes
Just like the summer wind
To the circles wind blows
In its profound tinned
Please go and find me
Inside this cold around
Like clouds above free
To shifting breeze found

My moon is upside down
In its bluish shine
Thoughts of murky drown
In oceans shadow's brine
Love is cold and sweet
With its wall-to-wall warms
Under the carpet - feet
In a bleakness swarms

Star shines on far-flung
Where their answers lie
Within mystifying tongue
In its clarification sky
You just have to suppose
Innocence slowly setting
In to where knowledge goes
And we're steadily getting

.......................................... please redial...

*A loosely made song made through the telephone now (from yacht, somewhere) - The Crew