Of Nocturnal Dreams Daytime Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is as deep as night
In every its tranquil state
Dim and beautiful
Asleep in its many way
And promising endless time
The gold horizon - radiance

A beat of the going beat
Near eternal throbbing flows
Right in to my heart and out
And moonshine of dwelling time
The river of profound keep
That fills every empty cup
With blue dark blue hours

This face, of endless time
Of nocturnal dreams daytime
And the whistling breeze in trees
Those hover so steadfastly on
In danger alert
And strangeness songs
Of bottomless glistening mode
That seems to go forever - like goose-flesh