Like Drifting Snow (From, Illuminating Night) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like drifting snow the dawn comes in,
With feeling forgotten to the night;
All is in the flowing and the intertwine,
With the horizon and silent light.

The dreams come from dark passing by,
Smiling to and fro from the stars;
From deep blue rays of the waking up sky,
The twinkling light memoirs.

Strings from the harp playing,
All is from deep oceans out there;
Ecstatic skies of the unborn raying,
Life forces entwining to everywhere,
As on to the hours are delaying.