In Every Hour Of Its Dark Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In every hour of its dark
There are sunshine ways that'll spark
From the deep in the deep
Where the instances leap
And the hours are always coming in
With their moments of fun and spin
Love is so much in here everywhere
Through the magic of flowing air

The sunshine of the coming day
With the earth whiles footsteps play
Rising high in haze here above
Like love that will come to give much of
Every going that leaves on its own
And to earth pathways are only shown
When the fall is with leaves of yellow
And the day to the night says hello

In every hour of its snow white
When the somber moods through sky glide
And clouds will be going to and fro
Within the memories of past on glow
When we remember yesterdays once more
Like the curves of moments from times door
Lovely with lovely always on
Through every footstep of far now gone