Evening Traveler Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sailing thru the deep
Somewhere there around
Hours to moment keep
Nowhere is still there found
Flowing away today
Page by page morning
On oceans wave play
With its weave of yearning

Dreams are there still
Coming to their light
With new hours to fulfill
At the seashore sight
Drifting there by along
Oceans waves in glows
In its magic on song
That no one still knows

Primes in to and fro
All through its hours
As these instant's go
And new thoughts empowers
Dark in its leading shade
In freshly colors revolve
To each essential made
For new time to resolve