Hour alone in its peaceful dreams...


Hour Alone

Oh hour alone
in its peaceful dreams,
where still is each tone
in dim nightfall streams.
I have so much here
to say and do,
in days to adhere
before times through.

Each night and day
in going ways,
like the hours play
in moods of grays.
Each feeling is giving
tone of its hold,
as memories living
to times unfold.

oh moments be still
in days of anticipate,
so life can fulfill
the hours of late.
In the days gone by
and new that come,
in each their try
where dreams are from.




Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2018-04-18 at 17:01

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shells
I really like this, it feels very calming to read. Time to think, alone and still the mind is soothing, though sometimes hard to do.
2018-04-18