Midday Veranda (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead Sheets With Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Midday veranda
The dawn was so young,
Like an abracadabra
In colors to long;
Feelings were fresh too
Coming to wake,
Just like me and you
For it was daybreak.

Now it's a midday
In wonders and answers,
An intermediate play
Just before evening dancers;
All life is like this
Fresh in first sight,
Then comes the bliss
And make you feel right.

Last comes the evening
For stars in the sky,
Then you sing a lullaby
Just before you say goodbye;
This is how it goes
We all have our travels,
Nobody here really knows
What next steps it unravels.