Every Night (From, Poet On Www) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every night I come to my senses,
But it's never going to last;
Seeing stars into sky romances,
With glowing eyes from the past.
Looking back and feeling the same,
When all was right and wrong;
Before this to its situation came,
And we knew not where to belong.

Everything is a dangerous thing,
Disappearing needs and other ways;
To each other most often linking,
When to our inner feelings plays.
Reaching and needing is enough,
For each argument that is out there;
Modern times with its plenty of stuff,
That is most often going nowhere.

Every day is like the one that's past,
With it's feelings passing through;
Slowly moving around its bombast,
Meaning something to each of you.
I can not wait or become younger,
For time is running through its way;
And each my thinking going longer,
Mot mattering what I will do or say.