Every Thought Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every thought
Of memories is shining,
With threads
Of a silver lining:
The gold
Of the old,
I am defining,
For digging in
The past is like mining.

Our love started
Under a willow tree,
But continued down
To the deep green blue sea:
With our sails on,
For sailing out free,
For our love is everything,
To you and me.

If there is a hope
In everything we do,
Then I am finger picking
On my guitar to you:
With a song
Just out of the blue:
Emotions, like the waves
From the sea
So full of amaze.