Day Is Now In Its Dark Ways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Day is now in its dark ways
From glowing of golden lost
In the winter cold icily rays
That is turning them into rust
Each day now comes and goes
In the darkness misty blears
Their strings with pearls glows
Are crystal raindrops in tears

The revealed shadows towers
Quiver like the tree leaves
In blackness morning hours
With the wind full of grieves
There are so many answers
Around these frozen mirrors
Reflecting light like dancers
And closeness of their veneerers

A day beat now stands still
In its disjuncts prisms spin
Thoughts on crossroads hills
Unreturned seclusion within
Oh come again glowing skies
Like a flow in the rivers run
Twirl again around my eyes
With glow of the coming sun

*(I was reading Federico García Lorca – Reflection; and I found out the moods here, right now, are very similar.)