Voyage To Warm Places Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Voyage to warm places:
The lamp, burn red and glow blue;
The time everything abolishes,
From old thought to a new.
Dancing hours grin between,
And fill the space with a twist;
What the minutes fore have seen,
Of pondering ways that coexist.

Rusting bars of sound and tongue,
In ancient voice entangling sleep;
Dream within the dream we long,
And yet's not ours to take or keep.
All wandering thoughts and free,
As bonfire smoke in hours sight;
The sudden fields of discovery,
That come and go, and again ignite.

Voyage to warm places,
Or the clouds from the faraway;
All the tromps and the aces,
That never for long will stay.
Expressing dreams of underworlds,
Platitudes and open debates;
This and that together twirleds,
In our destiny and unborn fates.