Longings For The Lost Tongue (From Lullabies) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Songs that come like dreams
In to the evening tenderly
With their love themes streams
Candle of thoughts to be
Each with their own thought
Singing in from the dark
Weavings profound brought
Giving of glow and spark

The house is full of names
From the dark blue lake
In with the iridescent flames
Carried to give and uptake
Waves of cold sprout between
Meditation of the breeze
Something still not to be seen
Thoughts of the moments freeze

Longings for the lost tongue
Those are still in their sleep
Each of the conduct we long
Never glimpse through or keep