Sonnets from winter
Sonnet, Hours of Reverie
Aspiring moments of the day through darkBeside every hour that is going by
Filling with amber yellow morning sky
Glowing like gold on the horizon spark
Yesterdays eyelids in timeless embark
As fiery heavens away in twilight die
Through mist of their moods that on and on lie
To deep of the oceans that sleep now arc
Death-weight nocturnes dancing on waves
Through the moments going to the twinkling stars
Hours of reverie for the deep that craves
For time that is coming in shine boudoirs
Between every touch that is gleaming
With days going by in each their own dreaming
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2009-11-17 at 15:18
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