The Blue Bluish Light Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The blue bluish light
Falling on softly
A day becomes night
Lost in timeless sea

Once there was a day
In its daylight living
Now the blue will play
In its darkish giving
Once there was sunshine
Gleaming on life's bed
Golden brushes so fine
That its corona bled

In blue bluish flight
Drifting clouds softly
On their going flight
For a dream to be

Now there is this dim
Flowing here on by
As deep shadows swim
Though the open sky
For brightness of dawn
When morning comes high
From under night gown
With golden brushes fine

The blue bluish light
Falling on softly
A day becomes night
Lost in timeless sea

The blue bluish light
A nighttime to be
Soon reaching its height
In its times eternally

In blue bluish flight
Drifting clouds softly
On their going flight
For a dreams to be

For dreams to be