Days In Graying Shadows Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Days in graying shadows
Coming through dawn’s ray

In many footsteps glows
Each one making up a day

Different ways of busy lives
Secret place old ages

With their burning on drives
Going through their pages

With the dark and few songs
They come here in mystery

In a timelessness to long
Each with special armory

Falling grace shadows deep
Flowing through the hours

Nothing in remains to keep
As their minutes towers

Stillborn in a midnight choir
Every falling step to come

Morning glow in new desire
Where the light is from

Coming here to give and burn
For their longings while

Till the day to night will turn
In their dreams and guile