Night Time (From, Illuminating Night) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Night time I welcome you,
With dark from door to door;
Reborn shadows or the new,
All that is drifting here ashore.
Name of those still unborn,
Sparkling mirror like a glass;
Souls of shores wet and torn,
Living repeatedly life's bypass.

Each beaten guest of decipher,
Immortal lights of stars shine;
Those that is raw or yeastier,
Between the others and asinine.
Wallflowers that never will be,
Broken every minute this death;
Who kills innocent illegitimately?
Mothers in black - their breath.

Night time grass in the morning,
Things of things without names;
The dreams each of my yearning,
Twilight of dawn broken flames.
Those that are in somber park,
Hurrying before springs of time;
Songs of the autumn dying lark,
All those rosebuds in life's rime.