Only A Time For So Much Peace Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is only a time for so much peace
Flying away with every moment to go
As days become easy and the nights here flow
Love is the magic to do what it please
Let the junctures leave and discharge its lease
That in to each unconsciousness flow
Like enduring morning with its sunshine glow
Awakening its colors in the day release

Hours are many that never come through
Something by no means is done with relieve
Pining like birds drifting above here by

Drill of the old with the days to renew
Much is in there - in the ways to retrieve
Just like sunup with the coming blue sky