From The Deepest Dark Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a love song from the deepest dark
Flowing onward to the tomorrow day
Within its whimsy going and fancy spark
Anything might come to the light to stay

Finding distance on in the front of time
That is coming to give its spark to live
Every thought that blows in their lost prime
Of the ways and things that in truth might give

Like dreams in the fire that never really is
Only a slashing of its in and out go
Like the glow shining of an evening bliss
When it is still in its early most flow
Shining star in its amazing falling whim
Before it goes to darkish roots of dim