Like A Circling Way
This moment is going on to the dust
Turning around each every must
Reaching its time
That came together and is now going
On to the sideways of their flowing
Reaching its time
Something, like a circling way
Reaching its time
This moment is borrowed from something
That never will come here again
In its time
Billows of oceans never the same
Burning on burning in their flame
In its time
Something, like a circling way
Reaching its time
Something, like a circling way
Reaching its time
In its time, time, time
Ways to the sea are reaching the heart
Oceans of occasion were they did start
Love songs of airways in their rampart
Every dream is giving its stream
Flowing motions that endlessly seem
Reaching its time
In its time
Every time is different from it all
As days comes clear in and fall
Getting away and deliver
Wherever there are moments of call
In its time
Something, like a circling way
Reaching its time
Something, like a circling way
Reaching its time
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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