Inner Constellations Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The leaping stream of yesterdays away
Scents gold sprays of wandering aroma
Abandoned land of summer flowing day
Each colors shade and rainbow's diploma
The flowers that have been handing their love
To eyes and light every lover knows
Each delight the fiery heart is made of
That to the inner constellations glows

This burned up form, kissing and weaving shade
Whose blooms are gathering to the white snow
With their incessant feel and tenderness
Each multifarious to nothingness conveyed
That once was in coloration to show
Is now moldering to ground work caress


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