Crossroads Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Crossroads of the coming day
Everywhere to keep
This and that in outside play
From gone judgments deep

Flowing on to the astrosphere
Still in unknown from us all
In its going breezy valor steer
Endless dances and stroll

Crossroads lying deep inside
Of the rivers now trying
On its onward fulfillment glide
Before daylight is dying

Coming still again here around
In the clear water drops
Nowhere else on earth found
Before its great plunges stops

Crossroads through curtains free
Of the seasons motions
Harvest ride in colors alchemy
On to tide’s oblivion oceans

Day and night to ascend fulfill
In the base of comforter way
Mimic shades of living thrill
Impending with its every lay