New Morning Has Come Poem by Peter S. Quinn

New morning has come
Brighter than any before
True splendent is from
Waves of its open shore
Its heights I didn’t know
With a more time to give
In tides of eternal flow
Pleasures like this live

Like all weaving flame
That burns its fire on
You need a thought to tame
Before its cleanse is gone
Nothing will stand always
With every day’s awake
These are lots of interplays
Giving verve and take

Each time to time here
Will flow like rhythm
Build treasures everywhere
Within its humming hymn
Glow that will give bright
Must not be forced in
From the shadowy night
That insipid will then spin