The Day Is Of Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is of night
with the visions faraway,
the north in its light
of dark blue and gray.
And dreams gone too far
where feelings are lost,
to the north shining star
that winter has crossed.

Your feelings so cold
in blue night and ways,
that nothing could hold
the lost found that plays.
Those thoughts be forgotten
in to the coming day,
where leaves lie rotten
from autumn's gone lay.

Oh, light that goes on
how deep is your shadow?
where have ideas gone
that once gave its glow.
What is here now left
in night of deep dark
where winter cold bereft
in frosty deep embark.