When You Come And Stay (From, Dried Flowers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When you come and stay within this or that,
Someone spells it out from the world you know;
From what we deserve and in reformat,
Holding its place in its environment lingo.
Since the hour was clear against its own sight,
With the wounded holdings that never stay;
When dark was in the starry clearings light,
Twinkling of old unveiled its space and way.
I wouldn't know the gold that holds the lines,
That brings space into its own true image;
And gives all the surface the lustrous shines,
This is the fore between odds and scrimmage.
Searching goes on where a meaning unfolds,
Through the base of life and other footholds.