These Days Of Dark And Deep Poem by Peter S. Quinn

These days of dark and deep
In its frosty snowy paced
My love song can not keep
Or beat of feelings lased
The verve of tempers lost
From nowhere to be free
And into this deep hole tossed
Never another time to be

These stillness moments on
Of silences bottomless inside
Will carry its song to none
And already from me have died
With groundless tapestries
Of lowness and in no way high
Where bare are their floristries
And lonely their dim cloud sky

These hours those can not fulfill
A dream that comes to pour
And only incessant hours will spill
To where uncertainty is for
A palling rooted grey flowers
Those have no songs to give
Only to glow with its lonely hours
Before again New Year shall live