Caressing Moments (Of The Wind, Etc.) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The wrinkled agates of each new island
That are like shattered stars on the deep sea
In the greatness of the far awakened
That comes to the shore finitely
With dreams of the clouds and the abyss deep
In the new stories never told before
With the mornings and tomorrow to keep
As the waves keep embracing the shore

Every dream round the stones wet dress
Caressing moments of the secret salt
That to life is its heritage granite
Every flickering cloudy noblesse
Of the pinnacle and the interim vault
Like the codicil of distance gannet