Each Awakening Hour Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each awakening hour's like dawn to sky
With new mornings coming in with sunshine
Drawing new trust to the horizon line
Every love's feeling from low to high
Coming to evening like fringed blossom
The dreams that I had from some long lost nights
Into the new rising from its lost flights
Tones are now in upbeat's awesome

Each of life's feeling's in with its closeness
Giving bright day to the tomorrow rise
That meets on the crossroads of dark and light
In with true feelings that give to caress
Throws in to faint sinister hours disguise
Ascend to hope in the highest of flight