Timeless Charters Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We are taking every dream
Making something of their worth
Filling woes of their stream
Illusion behind every birth
Far too late of remembrance
Like glimpse in starry sky
Behind walls of resemblance
Reasons coming to ask why

Moods of truth in transition
Like roses red in tonight
World we know in partition
Within everything quite slight
Somewhere to be in its between
Undertaking the mind illusions
What is here and can't be seen
In its ways and transfusions

Holding there of what to make
Finding it within its doubt
Leaves and fruits - its mandrake
Growing seeds - thoughts in sprout
Every theme to make a change
From its hoops and garters
Schemes of benefit to rearrange
From its timeless charters