The Lamp Of Life 2 Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The lamp of life is raying
Sunshine in its dark dream
As infinity is on playing
No one’s reality as it seem

One by one lamp’s are going
Folded deep on to the dark
Passing out all its glowing
That once in light did spark

Now is mysterious atmosphere
On to the deep of the night
Sleepy houses are everywhere
Where lamps of day did light

Always there's so much to seem
In confusions dim probing hand
Like it was a misty on dream
In all its bleach and its bland