As The Night Comes – A Song - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

As the night comes here through
In its dimly mood melody
And every feeling is blue
In another morning somewhere free

I thought of a love we made
Through the hours with glimmering stars
While we both stayed up late
In the shadows of frosty isobars

We were giving a light to fire
Bringing something from under its sleep
Every love of our desire
That the flickering moods can't keep
And suddenly the night was going
With the doldrums of its fires flowing
And the moon was up there alone
Through the clouds drifting in its blue tone

I have always been so much in love
With every thought I remembered about you
They came and wafted without much thought of
While we were there with longings to do
Every hour is a love song to you
Every hour is a love song to me
There is always a time to be born new
There is always a time to fly free
Come give me the tones of your songs
I'll listen to your enticing melody
Where everything somewhere belongs
Like a love sweet orchestrated symphony