Angels Of The Morning Sky Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Angels of the morning sky
With their wings of dreamy night
Every low there and high
With their heavens light

On to the days of sunshine
Glowing fires of new daybreak
Every hour of day’s refine
As the morning comes to awake

Storms are waiting by you next door
Feelings that never where really trying
Peace in harmony but there’s also war
Hard for a commitment defying
Because all that is past is now dying

Angels of the morning sky
Morning after morning coming
Open up the bluest high
Yesterday before their blossoming

On to the days of early hour
Nothing forever gets there stuck
Bouquets of May blossom flower
If you are in its color’s luck

Storms are waiting by you next shore
Feelings that never where really trying
Peace in harmony but also there’s war
Hard for a commitment defying
Because all that is past is now actually dying

Angels of the morning sky
With their wings of dreamy night
Every low there and high
In a hope for a sunshine never to die