On The Other Side Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The Stars Are In Their Glow

The stars are in their glow
Yes tonight yes tonight
Each day to evening will go
Lose its awareness and light
And nocturnal dreams come in
In their red glow fire sight
Give a touch in twilight spin
Anything to raise its flight

The stars shine up on the sky
Knitting glisten pearly beam
From evening till dawn high
Everything is like a dream
Flowing on and closing hours
In flames of blue and ember
Sky is like silvery flowers
In its sentiment and temper

The stars are now bright blue
Faraway in glistening dance
Blinking look coming through
Crossing viewpoint at a glance
Nothing in this grows on old
Time is like a stopping clock
Fantasies that I cannot hold
Just glimpse at their golden lock

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On The Other Side

There's some difference on the other side
With so much flowing in growth fertility
We must go there and for a moment abide
Know if it shall take us somewhere to be
Something of crystal clear sand for living
Feelings that come and fall in grubby rivers
Anything worth for a while in its giving
But can't come of reality that delivers

The mountains are high and the walls are rough
The daily schedules done involving choice
Apartheid is always a tryout of its bluff
It immobilizes free will - in devoice
Those hours are long in their forgotten stage
But wisely be bright when freedom engage