Dark Ride Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dark ride through day and night
Winter songs of the eventide
Come and set your glisten light
Through the shadows that hide

Times have gone and given all
Nothing comes though from this
Lightless footsteps only sprawl
With their ways of hit-and-miss

I don't understand my thoughts
From this vantage and point on
Together comes each of its jots
When comprehending is gone

Frost thinking thoughts that play
Something for a short while long
Minutes vanish in nothing to say
This is the texture, way and song

Wearing apparel what comes next
It’s a funny thing with your luck
Like its surface quite undersexed
Forever in the pantomime stuck

My desires around the corner go
The coincidence cards they'll draw
Somewhere along footsteps in snow
Sweet love of my longings I saw