A Fade Of A Cloud Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The fade of a cloud
is like love going,
into the crowd
without knowing...
If there's a return
with a love that goes,
and we do still yearn
gone footsteps on rows...

If you've touched a moment
like an opening sky,
memories in a relent
going low and high.
There's so much of feeling
handing a moments try,
all like a love for a day
´till the night says goodbye,
as the moment goes away…

Life is so unsure
with everything going by,
thoughts to allure
each moment and try.
Nothing is for all
it is just like it is,
a thought to call
like a day in bliss.