Wilderness Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Wilderness where the stars are calling
Into the indefinite going destiny
Where hours to the night are falling
And the clock of time becomes free

Day of each life in its horizon
Everything of eternity is flying
What we have here soon will be gone
Harder to know to what it is tying

Our reality keeps moving forward
All is in this infinite pouring out space
What we know - facts administered
From existing points of many ways