Now The Night Is Calling Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now the night is calling
Thru the dreams going by
And times footsteps are falling
To openness of each try
Longings are still in heart
With their wandering ways
All the filling of day’s rampart
As it participate in and plays

Now you have its alloyage
In everything you will know
Before its times voyage
Pining that then might go
Breaking their rules in weighing
What it is they got to tell
All the times in each saying
That meets its sliding morel

Now you have been trying
To fill the moments lost
Though time is still all flying
In getting scattered and tossed
Longing of each the same
Nothing comes to further touch
All is in its seconds tame
And is bountiful in so much