For Every True Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You are in my head for every true day
Playfully on for inspirations here
Going to the pages that never will stay
Everything of a song fulfilled somewhere

Yesterday was down inside our words
Making some wings of wondering and giving
Love that was of heart like flying birds
Everything inside sentences living

You and I through all this endless rime
Giving what it takes to make songs in line
Coming through the pondering in the beat of time
Like the clouds of drifting or its sunshine

Winter dreams are glowing to the endless plough
Filling every dream with their lines to insight
We have the entire world to make soft and rough
Sketching times and words in their rightful light

Full of illumination in the years showing
Through the achievements of each piece
In the ways of the light and going
That each love song can please
So much into the things of music
As comes and goes by in its lick

Weaving songs with our words in dreaming
From the night that goes on here and by
Every glow now faraway only seeming
When dark is on move on the sky