So Much Is Still Unsaid Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So Much Is Still Unsaid



Since the night my thoughts stole
Like a phantom of shadows
I have my dreams under control
On dreamless streets and rows

In a day and night quite young
So much is still unsaid
We words and vows prolong
Of what in ideas we had

Like a sledgehammer’s blow
I wake up early on
And under my blankness snow
Each vision I found is gone

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