A Day Is Always In Farewell Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A day is always in farewell
That emerges from the rising
In misty of its own spell
And hours of true disguising
To catch a boat that then sails
You'll need to know of land
Many are the shores and trails
To come there to understand

Each voyage takes you on a trip
Of perceptive and discovering
Don't let a chance from you slip
For its aims are in the uncovering
As every distance is an illusion
For tidal waves to move and slope
And give you some of its confusion
So hold securely on to your rope

Each day may be of rain or shine
Or circumstances chimera done
Just hold on to your kind of line
And every battle may well be won
There is a saying in new beginning
That everything's standstill or old
You only need your ways of winning
And to that endeavor always hold

(from my Album: Something More)