Sonnet, For A White Rose (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Enchanting like evening for a white rose
When the darkly days be in the twilight,
Of the first hours of dawn that comes too bright
When face of dark becomes a light that grows;
And all that gave unknown dark power goes
The first of day's fire in new morning flight,
From sky in deep blue horizon its first of sight
When the stage becomes flowing spark that glows.

We are like weak straws in the fields of day
With all our wishes - for some are to die,
Lose into the dark be unborn again;
Like day meets the dark in sunlighting ray
Dawn anew is born in the darkblue sky,
All life is thus two - meet death to begin.