Let It Be In The Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let it be in the night
all the days of gone,
those have lost their flight
in times going on and on.
Love is hope and memory
all the earth pleasures,
so much with its wings free
and dreams of endless treasures.

Let it be without saying
to ways that give a touch,
like the wind is playing
and hope that gives so much.
There are always new trials
in everything that goes,
memories and self-denials
like the wind that blows.

Let it be in the night
and touching with new morning,
dreams and its forgotten light
forever in its yearning.
Love is all that gives
into the past all now gone,
and memories that relives
hope and love that goes on.