Naively forward like the innocent wind
Shifting through clouds that are moving along,
To an unborn thought that comes in a song
Later when it is alive and designed;
Whatever the heart and it's content can find
What makes each breathing come weak on or strong,
When hours aren't ticking and moments prolong
And sky in evening colors - is up pinned.
Fancies that switches to patches to be
Climbing the faltering steps to the sprawl,
When the fingers of sky - eyes again please;
Dreaming awake when dawn alternates free
And the hour raises shadows on the wall,
From the outside flower garden and trees.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naively-forward-from-lost-song-poems/
