Enfold me to a white, <br />Rose that's longing out; <br />Glisten flowers hide, <br />In the dim sky about. <br />In the milky ways, <br />Next to slice and slice; <br />Coming unborn days, <br />Where no time doth flies. <br /> <br />What is written trivial stain, <br />Growing small or tall; <br />Searching in dark vein, <br />For the blinking call. <br />The end to our eyes, <br />And what we can not see; <br />Hidden in deep skies, <br />The hours still to be. <br /> <br />Deep irregular beauty, <br />A night of other tales; <br />Seen and pondered barely, <br />In surrounding contrails. <br />The breath of icy fumes, <br />In a deem and longing; <br />Faraway flowered blooms, <br />To and fro there thronging.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enfold-from-poet-on-www/
