Sonnet 88, It Stood Like Starlight... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It stood like starlight in the darkest hour,
The enlighten ways of the unknown fate;
A distinguish illuminated power,
This came from the darkest hours moments straight.
I see no light in the hours growing still,
That bends the ways where fate has given oath
And are in minds to wake you up and trill:
Glowing flickering light with poets’ troth.
Enlighten will not wait for a conclusion,
As strings of each feel, instigate from hearts:
Each experience's nothing but illusion
That comes to you and then as quickly departs.
There stands the mortal man before detection,
He can't hold his place, nor any direction.