Night Drift Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Stars of night
shine so brightly on,
'till the dream of light
is nearly gone.

All is in time's play
flowers of the dark,
for a night will stay
in its moment's spark.

Symphony of gleam
with longings travel,
in its strange dream
of glisten marvel.

Stars of night
going on and shine,
on their faraway flight
on milky way line.

All is in the deep
going on in its way,
glisten threads to reap
'till rise of day.

Faraway dreams
in amazement new,
it forever seems
you're rotating through.