The Day Drools On And On Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day drools on and on
Through pace of splattered still
The dreams that are now gone
Old loneliness shall fill
Of drifting thoughts in lures
The heart beats out in time
Like lost or done contours
That gave their deck of prime

A soldierly mood in line
With painted veils to tile
Morning gone in sunshine
Of a pondering moment's while
Cleanse of the evening to come
In moods of tincture's plays
Where fire in tomorrow is from
Before the seas of dark laze

My stolen heart shall react
To every rumpled cloudy clods
That the golden ways blacked
With its misty and gray wads
And made these seas to cease
Into the dim deep space abyss
Be only of memories timepiece
In its remembered timeless bliss