Music Of Day Music Of Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My dreams are going into deep
Flowers of long gone days
Nothing is mine or yours to keep
Only as long as its tone plays
Seconds leave for other to come
All in the deep of reason
Colors of their musical blossom
Only for a lasting season

Music of day music of night
Outlines in a flickering flame
Here is its song here is its light
And never in nature the same
Hours of dark hours of deep
Always in its iridescent flame
Tones of time no ones to keep
Echoes of instants is its name

There's always some for something
Day into night won't last
Stance of some moments that sing
Flowers of its gone past
Reasons that never came through
The roses you cannot hold
Passions that were not quite true
Feelings left outside in cold

Music of day
Music of night
Outlines in a flickering flame
Here is its song
Here is its light
And never in nature the same

Hours of dark
Hours of deep
Always in its iridescent flame
Tones of time
No ones to keep
Echoes of instants is its name


Music of day
Music of night
Outlines in a flickering flame
Here is its song
Here is its light
It's never in nature
The same