Peter S. Quinn


In The After Midnight Hour - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the after midnight hour
Where changes do occur
Where darkness has its power
Where skins returns to fur

The beast comes back alive
And the eyes begin to slow
Dark shadows there arrive
And flickering lights will go

In the after midnight hour
Where time stood almost still
The Secrets open their flower
And keep your dreams until

The dawn with light is here
Last glimpse from tired moon
The taste of night and flare
Is forgotten in their dark ruin

Flames from flickering candles
The shadows grow wider more
Until daylight again ignite handles
The opening of new dawn's door

Into the morning of a new day
Where colors grow and clear
Shadows that couldn't on stay
Are no longer with me now near


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, February 21, 2011


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