Nothing Is Clear Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing is clear
it's only a dream,
both of us here
what it just seem.
Night in starlight
dreams that go on,
into deep flight
till it's all gone.

We are two lights
in the night hour,
in moment's flights
petal and its flower.
Dreams to go on
reaching the way,
wings to the sun
on to new born day.

We are so close
blossoms of dark,
sweet smelling rose
for dim to spark.
Hours to the day
deep in its ocean,
flowers of ray
life of its emotion.

Nothing is clear
it's only a dream,
stars are now near
in their faraway beam.
A night and its blue
a fairytale bliss,
hours go through
in dark breeze kiss.