Listen To The Songs Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Listen to the songs
That life has left alone
To empty days belongs
The swans that once flown
Bring back those years
The melancholy evening hour
All flowing remembered tears
The dark colored flower

Sadness subsided without words
The flame of yellow red
Passionate embracing flirts
The shades that from summer bleed
In insomnia and your grief
In today's and tomorrow’s room
The little windows of brief
When thoughts are low and gloom

Listen to every mood
That from the inside came
And now are in their nude
And last of burning flame
Like autumn of many diversion
And meetings that never bear
Each life is in empty erosion
From this on to nowhere