Sometimes - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sometimes the day is like dark night
In sparkling fountain and its gloomy glow
With darkish balance roots in front its flow
To give away its wings of daily bright
When blunt and horrid is thinking's high flight
With not much to say over-fruitful go
When all is in its weightless touching slow
And nothing seems to be of wrong or right
What tells now down into its misery?
Of the radiance clouds that come out too dry
In its burning and nature armory
When low is its mist in its fallen sky
Touch of weightless sometimes pain gives
With every breast that on to it lives