Dust On A Feather - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day is running behind
It's scheduled between the distances
You must wake up, go and then find
Every opportunity and their chances

Like each love in the clouds away
Where our heaven doesn't stand still
You will come again to meet the day
With longings of your hours to fulfill
When the time is still within you
In the many flashes going through

There is love in the past that's in the reach
With its giving and finding threads
In the times of our own hearts beseech
With life’s sour cakes and sweetbreads

So much lies in the ashes of left time
Filling the moments with their themes
Gimmicks of their heartbeats and mime
In hope of their ways and lonely gleams

Forever is never in there from the start
Only the dreams that are there together
Satisfying the minutes with their chart
With wishes of dust on a feather

Like each love in the clouds away
Where our heaven doesn't stand still
You will come again to meet the day
With longings of your hours to fulfill
When the time is still within you
In the many flashes going true

(from my Album: Something More)

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