Drops From The Clouds Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The fire has its flames
Of burning out desire
These feelings are names
That grows in tender higher
Like inside to deliver
What it is there to give
The ways of sway shiver
Of torches that won't live

Drops from the clouds
In falling rain shower
Among the lonely crowds
Of every down going hour
The weeps in the crying
Those fill the empty void
In feelings that are dying
Or almost full destroyed

Like butterflies are going
On to the hazy blue air
And thoughts almost knowing
Of love that wasn't there
Dusk in heart beat burning
And settling its pulse
To never again returning
Its empty way and trifles