A Song To The Coming Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A song to the touch of the coming night
Where the waiting dreams have some now begun
In the ahead road of timeless spun
When the hours go by and come to their flight
There's something timeless each day going
To evenings and later to darkness
That inspires wonderment in its caress
Like feelings of interpretations flowing

What charges us through to give such emotions?
There is no understanding this to know
Though imaginings - are with wishes to give
Where does each dream go after its notions?
Where is its mirage in the timeless flow?
Thoughts are awoken to reverie and to live