Occasional Song Poems

All in All Within

All in all within
We speak and yet we spin,
All our wonderings while
Each word performed in style;
And what it is not now
It shall not make a dow,
For things are what they are
A perfect or a scar.

A start in moment fresh
That becomes less and less,
As years drive through the pain
Each one of them will fain;
Or echo quite differently
Form what we thought it to be,
A pain in it's own shell
Or something we couldn't tell.

All in all within
Our thoughts and our sin,
That makes us write more
To bring our boat ashore;
A step by step with time
From what is within begrime,
Where it becomes independent
From each and every attendant.

posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 4:41 AM