Sonnet, Wandering Ways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Some much outside's of its wandering ways
Filling the emptiness with lonely vow
Circling around in its high keys and low
Making all wishes of what becomes days
Dreams never standing still in their flying bays
All must come under like sun shining glow
Or rising tomorrow in its future slow
Temperaments of moods in its many plays

Love songs of dark thru the light time of years
Giving of space that never comes all true
Like flickering stars in heaven lone tears
Making their devotion in moment's renew
Days going by thru the blackness of their flight
Returning up again when there is more light