From Flickering Glow (A Winter Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Almost there to the open door and field
Playfully going in the shadows dancing
From flickering glow of the lines blanching
Between the jagged radiance of black concealed

Each night is coming from the dreams riding
Spurs of moments giving spiral entrancing
While the deeper moods of dark are advancing
From down under feel they once were hiding

Strange dimensions are showing archived dreams
In every instinct of the falling light
Finding their hidden anonymity deems
That comes from far under from wings of night

O touch not vigor with this frightening hide
That through the twilight and my heart abide