Touch The Night Away Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Touch the night away
Let it become a clear new day
Something was born there
Flying like dust everywhere
Give me a room on the hills
Whispering wind that drills
Moments to have my thoughts
Tying their own kind of knots

Deep into dry and rain
Against the drove nailing pain
Quarrels and other erosions
Affecting and gliding explosions
Disappearances in their turning
Carried away and burning
With their crumpling faces
Each to each other chases

Touch them and bring home
Flowers of fallen chromosome
Justice be done to them all
They have their ways and brawl
Scattering taste and more
Moving against the ashore
Imageless visions and blues
Dangerous out of finite fuse

Touch the night away
Let it become a clear new day