Dark Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dark



The dark voices now sing
With wintry shadows outside
Bare branches trembling
In the garden that dried
Hold on to the dreams gone
Sometime they may return
From under black winged swan
That gave its somber yearn

Alone and drifting deep
My thoughts to sing away
Pleasures forgotten to keep
Nothing for long will stay
Remembering I thought lost
In a world of endless nightfall
Oblivion some crisscrossed
To make again its call

The dark voices now bring
A dark day cloudy sky
A mood of a moody swing
In each my thought I defy
No warmth outside the lawn
Further it makes its stern
Into my own I am drawn
Scenic dreams - my nocturne

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