Now Day Is In Its Middle Bright Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now day is in its middle bright
Of working and its being
Soon comes a turn a close with night
And every dream then freeing
Oh how the time is going by
In its wonderment and turning
Clearing blue and dim on high
As we in thoughts are yearning

O song of the night be still
In their starry falling ways
When dreams come in to fulfill
My reality hours of the grays
They burn on bright the faraway
And clever some really they are
Though only here until new day
With a bright shining of a star

And as my thoughts go on a drift
To find new ways in their hooking
Some others old my heart to lift
And bring new turns in looking
For every hour is holding tight
To what it brought in explaining
In search on ways a newer light
That each my thought is training