Loneliness' Forgotten Town Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are many different occasions
A mood comes in with ever season
Something new in every invasion
Moments you embrace only once
Around empty space that lulls on
There maybe days - even months
Till something new is back drawn
Bringing it back to its new fronts

You have yesterdays forever more
The night that dances in shades by
All that is gained through the lore
Giving its rendezvous and each try
Researching songs of new spring
Inspirations that haven't began
Every emotion on the beating string
With its aching and trying out plan

Still there is time for a turning
That gives me a flame like bliss
Every lost while there yearning
That each sweet oblivion past kiss
You and I have been around
Feeling both high and much lowdown
Now we stand tall on our ground
Inside loneliness’ forgotten town