Sonnet 167, The Time Between... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time between the darkest moon twilight,
Where feelings go forward and gather late
And dreaming weaves of dark show their debate,
There is no thought there in for wrong and right.
For shadows all there show their forceful might
And who there goes then finds his future fate,
With the clock of moments and ticking rate,
For nothing here then slows down by the plight.
All earthly creatures walk along this way,
In spending lives and wasting down their dream,
That never were but for a moment small.
Then here comes a gleam of another day
And sunbeam away all nightly hour stream,
The daily hours again to you then call.