In The Evening Light Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Where memories go
In their nocturnal flight
Of tomorrow's glow
Flutes of yesterdays
On wings of yearning
Their intimate plays
On the reddish burning

Playful gust and sweet
And memories from past
Love songs that pleat
On the oceans so vast
Dreams on their wings
Still remembered some
As their melody sings
On the spring blossom

In the dawn of bright
Of the coming morning
New tunes of the light
We shall be learning
But remember beauty
From the gone long-ago
Evening light melody
In its tones fine row