Each Time's Walking Through (From Album, Like Love Is True) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each time's walking through
Into the lonesome alone
It's up to me and you
To give its various tone
To shine on in honesty
Or fill it with blackish sky
To make it all instantly
Open up to the low and high
Open up to the low and high

Each time's walking through
To make some hours shine
Into the lonesome blue
Or tenderly each line by line
You and the heart of luck
Waiting for us to go
Strings of opportunities pluck
1 2 3 before we know
1 2 3 before we know

Sometimes days seem longer
With every hope to try
Glance of the moments younger
Until it comes to goodbye
Wonderful meetings to find
Something we didn't know
Stretched inner roads twinned
Snaking their ways to and fro
Snaking their ways to and fro

And now's a time for last light
Bring it from here to there
Numbs of the evening's flight
Cast a shadow up everywhere
Time love songs freely going
Beside the head of earth's dream
Rhythmical life waves slowing
On to the unknown next scheme
On to the unknown next scheme