Peter S. Quinn


Revealed (From Rock Star) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our turning days are revealed,
Dust to dust each hiding place;
Days - one by one is a battlefield,
Of all the surrounding aerospace.
Masks are back on every one,
With their hiding eyes they creep;
Down in the dark without a sun,
Silences around and a city at sleep.

Flying with wings of darkish dim,
And flowers black flowering on;
The houses of angels and seraphim,
With number of units in echelon.
Where will you be when morn comes?
Guiding the light back from dark.
Shadows that dance in the interims,
Dwelling in every garden and park.

Secrets are hiding somewhere out there,
Revealing identities never to some;
When night's about there everywhere,
They will show where they are from.
Bless every child that now is sleeping,
Under the bed someone is hiding;
What is this evil of anxiety keeping,
Who is that creature in the storm riding?

Guide every hour,
Guide every hour,
To keep you from harm.

Guide every hour,
Guide every hour,
To keep you from harm.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 23, 2011


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