These are songs for another day <br />When moments are more quiet, <br />When the harp of things don't play <br />In a back street unknown riot; <br />Easy thoughts are nowhere still <br />Making clouds just drifting by, <br />Every promises must fulfill <br />What's back classed in black sky. <br /> <br />These are ways for you and me <br />With our dreams in every breath, <br />Something what is set to see <br />Every leaf of earth's brown beth; <br />Easy coming is too easy for all <br />You'll have to make persuasion, <br />Or go draining with the downfall <br />All has its surface of abrasion. <br /> <br />These are songs to play around <br />While the tides are drifting by, <br />Something from deep now aground <br />Fluffy feathers on flight to the sky; <br />Reasons and fancy variations <br />What is in for a moment or two, <br />Probable conclusion abductions <br />Anything decisively from hitherto.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-for-another-day/
