There Is Something - A Love Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is something that is here now snowing
In the heart that is sitting cold inside,
For its throbbing's to memories owing
And still to those vanished moments abide.

The truth is in your heart like a firm stone
Or flowers that give new morning pleasures,
And in the gray shadows still sits alone
Finding in the coming hours countermeasures.

Beautiful day, oh lost ongoing night
The moments that betrayed each flowing hour,
All those thoughts that come and go in their flight
Like each bud that becomes a new flower.

There is closure and nearness to them all,
Like there is light here now, - where darkness did fall.