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