Remember The Songs Gone By Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Remember the songs gone by
Their deep arrangement and shape
Everything falling from its high
From winters warps of grape
Love songs of evening in daybreak
Living and sharing their skill
Now when the night in frosty s awake
Dream of the dark to fulfill

Interpretations of shady lone shade
Fresh from courage cold bleach
Slivery threads of horizon blade
Now seem longer distances to reach
Feeble sense of days ripen fast
On to the nighttime of the hour
Flickering flames that wouldn’t last
Each like a fragile small flower

Remember the songs of summer still
As the days get dark in vain
Follow their mornings of fulfill
Of their footsteps so simple and plain
Darling old rides to the storm
Everyone’s cavernous ever falling
When night to winter must perform
As unfolding dark is there calling