Sonnet, The River Of Dark Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The river of dark is coming in blue,
For dusk of night is falling on the leaves;
And all of love that was given to you,
Will fall to sleepiness of lonesome and grieve.
Each tender love given secretly to heart,
Will be looked away in the dark twilight;
And each of the words that feelings impart,
Closes like the flower which falls to the night.
For love is like daytime giving us meaning,
Fiery like the wind coming from the plane;
Forest songs to where the trees are leaning,
Melodious and cautious then gone again.
Each heart is open like an open road,
You just have to learn its covert code.