To every day is another bright new gone, <br />Futures dancing staring away into space; <br />Like the flowers flaws of the grass once done, <br />Full of galaxies in the air and grace. <br />Mist-gulfs melting windshields rooted sponges, <br />All the miles through the toweled smell of dark; <br />To the Milky Way and worlds of other plunges, <br />Like fossil starry road and finger mark. <br />Who will catch their rounded marrow wheels? <br />With not enough of clear to make them well-known; <br />For all of tomorrows what sky conceals? <br />Into the futures that will thrive on their own. <br />Life must walk in oddments downpour years ago, <br />Reflect in the mirror we'll come to know.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-every-day-is-another-from-poet-on-www/
