#4 Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The new born day comes from a sleeping night,
That lifts its face and gives a song to sing;
With voice from woods that wakes and brings the light,
From the failing shadows rising dawn will bring.
A torn heart knows almost if love is true,
And if something from there's breaching or lost;
The dreams gone far away into the blue,
Like sky stars in dim that have crisscrossed.
Autumn flowers to seed will go and die,
Bleach the colors to pale yellow and red;
Like hours obscure will rise again and fly,
So will true love be brought up from the dead.
Vagrant passages hidden by the darkness,
To life convert again - aroma first fresh.

From,100 Love Poems.