In The Twisting Days Of The Coming Dark Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are strangely thoughts that go on here
In the twisting days of the coming dark
Validation of moods everywhere
That in to your days and belief now park
Though morning is dark and breaking out slow
With its partly light throughout the glisten sky
Each hour that passes has its temperate glow
Unstill the evening in its transcends fly

Every hour is broad in its sub-mainstream
At times beyond themes of old outlook gone
Feelings of unconscious godliness dreams
Shall carry me through to the passionate on
Like a truthful hold these passions are giving
Each form their beat that finds its own living