Sonnet (To The Twinkling Stars) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sweet embellished rose of twilight sight
The paint of the sunshine that comes to rest
When blue sky returns to the starry night
And opens its many twinkling sighting crest
Strangely I watch you in painter's drowsily
Journeys of stars that fall to day's memories
To be forgotten in space - abysmally
Little twinkling fires of yesterday's batteries
Half awake I watch these ghosts of memory
Like fire from love's forgotten youthful kiss
Full of mystic not touched by discovery
Their eternal deeps in the dusky bliss
Like to the life each twilight comes to call
When twinkle fiery eyes upon the night fall