The Night Is Lonesome Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night is lonesome,
Like sometimes I'm too;
Hours dark and hidden,
My heart belongs, in blue.
I could die before dawn,
A star shining one night;
All be cone for tomorrow,
In beginning of the new light.
The night is full of dreams,
That wander away forever;
When daybreak moves in,
With reality - not together.
Love can't stay the same,
Moments come differently;
Feelings, you can't frame,
They grow inside to be.
The moon over rooftops,
Is silver blue and white;
But mirrors in each soul,
Are glare for dark and light.