Strangers From Past Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

More than silence is this day
From the night's moistness
The coming sun in early ray
The earth of snow to caress
To each new moments splendor
That follows its disappearing
To exceptional events tender
That through a mind's steering

Every their imperfect gaze
Climbing to the steps afar
Burning morning’s hazel trays
From a throbbing fading star
Love songs that die out to eyes
Adventuring to guesses on
Departing from sunup skies
Until their silences are gone

Of breath my heart to love
Strangers from past night
Each twinkling here above
That courses the whitely bright
How much you are adventuring
Whenless voices don't intone
In your time without ending
Endeavoring loveliness alone