#8 (From,100 Love Songs) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Come here into the night of distances Farwell
The seraphs are trooping on and on all there
In its long forgotten road of its many foretell
The moments they come and go in their blare
Clouds of many moods the kisses beyond
With the whimpering footsteps that you see
Stopping of the rivers that flowed on and donned
Into mystic of the everlasting deep sea
Where have you been in your wandering days?
What have you seen with these flowing dim eyes?
The night is so different in its many ways
Unseen to the most what in outset there lies
Roads are going forth for the travels to go
Into other moments - another row!