Darker Moods Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is this world of finest sun,
That shadows fall on in the night;
And as this world is all not fun,
Just different ways of wrong and right.
For all the rainbows in the sky,
The colors turn to different ways;
And every cloud away can't fly,
Or drift again into the haze.

From all diminishing darkness,
Again shall sunshine rise high;
Forever as this world is fresh,
There is no moment for it to die.
All our space is of the twilight,
And likewise thoughts are relative;
Moods are all with different height,
And so is also loss and grief.

The feelings of my mood now dark,
For I have leaves of darker green;
I can not sing or give a spark,
Or all those dimensions in between.
The roots will come to spoil the soil,
Unless your wings shall rescue me;
For they are now so dark and foil,
And let me with no fulfillment be.