This Song Came Lonely Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This song came lonely
In to the bridging night
Accompanying there only
With chimeras of light
Scrolls of celestial hours
Coming from the pulsars
Opening clouded shower
Before showing above stars

Strangely so unfilled
With only few gleams
Like teardrops spilled
Around what only seems
The edges of illusions
Times of unlike proceed
To our thought confusion
A world of diverse creed

A thought contingent
To bring a song of beat
To this world stringent
And distinct track meet
Some traditions to come
And take around the ring
Of inside thoughts from
And back to you bring