Colors Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is soft breathing inside here
With your love and touch to rise
So much remains in warmth everywhere
In the fine mist of disguise
You are the evening and the night
Reflecting always the truth
Skies are so heavenly bight
In every hour of eternally youth

There is your love in the footsteps
Coming my way and go
Filling the wandering intercepts
In our thoughts to and fro
So many lights to recall
Some remain heavy beside me
Committed heart of a gently fall
Beating in illusions quite free

There you are standing and gazing
Not to be leaving tonight
With all the warmth in your gracing
When the stars reach their height
Warm of the heart to store
Hours away to light of dawn
Torching with its gleam more and more
Gold light awaken day swan

Fill every momentary with your touch
Coming a long way to give
Rise from the shore with so much
Always again to relive
Love is like evening and sky
Finding the moments there lost
Reaching its tincture shade high
That from a fancy has crossed

Crossing the bridges of silence
In every restless and dream
Colors of gray foggy blench
Now on the roads to the far seem
Yesterdays had written songs
To fill their longings and flight
Now into nocturnal they belong
With every aspect of the sight