At The Viaduct Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Under the moon sky of float
The wings of my heart are trying
To fill hand in hand note
Of silences from the night dying

Those drift in clouds of easy going
And twinkling sparkle glowing

Each swaying grass on earth alone
With its moistening dew soothing
When heart's in beat of speechless tone
And surface of dreams smoothing

Those drift in clouds of easy going
And twinkling sparkle glowing

In its departing and faraway curving
Of conjure that glow in wave's speeds
Those flames up high preserving
That through endlessness accedes

Those drift in clouds of easy going
And twinkling sparkle glowing

We’ve found in search of esteem
In dreams that came to be conferred
Of what not is - nevertheless seem
With each of the nightfall’s offered

Those drift in clouds of easy going
And twinkling sparkle glowing