Eyes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When the day is onto the night
And my feelings are scattered around
In the depth of its embracing flight
With my heart in it nowhere found

When the clouds are drifting on high
And my shadows are growing here still
With a passion fallen to nearly die
In pointless mixtures of nothing to fill

I know my love is like clouds in sun
Rivers of going to the endless sea
Every thought is then on its own run
Departing all the steps inside of me

Love song that came and had to go wrong
With a dream in its black and white blue
Something to sing in an ongoing song
Everything there except the part of you

Sky of its falling onto the deep
Flowers of moments that never were here
Eyes of our emotion in bottomless sleep
The lights of our feelings once so near

You gave me dreams that never seem thru
All is thus endless and sleeping with stars
The days of continual all belong to you
Times are a changing deep wounds and scars