Beyond The Stars (From, Spring Come Come) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beyond the stars
Where love of love lies
And wounded scars
Are errors of tries
And a day is showing
The time and stills
With every going
That gives and fulfills

The night that comes
To bring you dark
With its riffle blooms
In gloomy spark
Where there's elapse
And glowing lost
Tangles inside traps
With numb and dossed

A silence in its still
Wandering far sight
Over the beyond hill
With no wrong or right
Only dark garden roses
Bouquet of your time
And each reality closes
In its day of prime