In My Night Of Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In my night of night
Falling down in days
Where shadows take flight
And momentarily plays
All that is so frightful
With moon rising high
In its emotions dull
Don't ask questions why
For its dark and deep
Old for eyes to see
Inside thoughts to keep
In each lives opportunity

So much in the making
Through night to morning
When we are still waking
With a heart of yearning
Nothing's worth of crying
Only trust and showing
All life is about dying
Before we are each going
Dreams that don't up fill
Only make us wonder
When comes another hill
For us all to ponder

In my night of night
Falling down in days
Where shadows take flight
And momentarily plays
There is no story ending
That we haven't tried
With confessions blending
Knots that made and tied