A Time Has Now Come (From, Myspace) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A time has now come
For your voices to follow
Where tides are turning from
The days of demise hollow
Those voices mean to me
And have been before spoken
That the streets of the free
In the distances are woken

A chorus of ascendancy
With lines unrehearsed
Its spring new independency
Of understanding immersed
Those are in every flame
That gives awoken hour
And injustice cannot tame
Or break down its clean flower

Summer is enthusiastic
To turn the key and initiate
With its autonomy and elastic
To inser the necessary weight
Midnight is coming in light
And bold to kindle from sleep
That once was of the night
But now is a freedom to keep