Every Hour Falling Eyes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every hour falling eyes
Dreams within its kingdom
With a day of lessening skies
Where the dark is from
Sunlight going in to night
With the leaves of bringing
Every instance from bright
And its ways of thinking

Love songs fading into this
Of the diffuse entwine
With its many deep on bliss
Flicker of the glisten wine
Every voice of wind's song
Broken down in shallow
What a heart in days long
And its love might follow

Every hour into its wear
Fading like old day
Now the shadows are all near
In their dance and play