Black Waves Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Black waves are coming
Into the turfs thereon
Sea shells and weds summing
Each in their ways to carry on
What is it that we don't know?
How come the time runs so fast?
Why is this to and fro flow?
Each in the hours and cast

Years are drifting apart
Just like the black waves are shifting
Where will the morn new start
When the is vapor in lifting
Dances of hours are going
Finding their ways full blown
What do we feel we're knowing?
When there are doubts to be shown

Black waves oh black waves
How the moments pass on
Distance shore ways one craves
Until the hours are gone
How come the time is so lonely?
With every reason to find
There is so much for it only
To go and be left far behind