Day And Night Is All We Have (From, The Complete Collected Poems Of Strains) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Day and night is all we have
To wonder and bring through
The reach of other in its calve
To make up and then renew
Like voices going through moods
One by one in gesture's wrest
The night of dreams in preludes
Those to the mind are dressed

The crossing roads of shades
Without a form to give or take
Their many prisms in its grades
Feelings sometimes up wake
In leanings to its latest form
Those meanings give in gestures
And in several intimate dorms
Of flow through and vestures

Forces of each day and night
In broken rays that soon is gone
Here with mode of flowing sight
Till each dark nightfall is on
Together lost itinerary through
Their forces of going motion
By conduct to refurbish new
Of plummeting light's demotion