Feeling The Darkness Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Feeling the darkness go by
And again to reappear
Upon that 'this and that sky'
Going to eyes nowhere
Now twilight's in atmosphere
Transporting the stars in
With a heart of empty fear
Sightless of darkish grin

Into the lost dark kingdoms
Disguises of dreams are
The strength of its amalgams
And each of the armoire
Swinging in broken column
Trees of the weary wind
Near to the land of solemn
Jointly the roads twinned

Crossing the staves of a fate
Near to the broken stone
Voices in its emptiness made
Each in the anguish alone
A blossom has fallen so gentle
Tossed in a blanket white
Generous with its sacramental
Toward the prince of night