I Have Weighted Each Line Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have weighted each line with an abyss thought
To flow in tomorrow - spin there around
Something to catch - meanings to be found
The long gone past in to our own time brought
With wings of my muse in inspiring way
The summer set roots for the hours to come
Oh how they whisper - oh how they still play
From land of the unknown where they are from

Deepness is deep but not too far outlying
Like these flights are from the black raven's song
Those come with their doubts - from sky full of clouds
Seeing through the gist - their knowledge worthy trying
Each to routes where they in desire long
Amongst the wandering of past gone crowds