Bring Me The Horizon Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Bring me the horizon
Of the on and on
Tinctured time works
Flowering cloudy quirks
Of their going while
Shades of timeless style
Love songs of the sky
When evening lights fly

Bring me this love
From clouds far above
With every shade
From eternal made
For the new morning
Again will soon sing
With the breeze blowing
On to the old glowing

Bring me the horizon
When the day is gone
To starry night
With all its shining bright
When dreams return
In their reddish gleaming burn
When dusk is falling
And fantasies calling