The Time Is Falling Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time is falling
Step by step through the hours
Each day is calling
In shades of blue and new flowers
As deep as the river
In its shaded coming tone
With tomorrow to deliver
From under the unknown

Each footstep is windblown
In softly drops of rain
Crystal clear and alone
From fallen moments grain
A heart is calm in year
Like silhouette of dark and light
In moods that did appear
Through day and every night

This time seems all so right
To learn so much and try
To make complete and ignite
Before it again passes by
The traces of evoked shine
Of windblown earth brushed land
Each corn of life so fine
In moments of existence command