Sonnet 62, I Have Found A Way… Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have found a way to faraway stars,
They lie in strait lines from each of life's fate;
There are so many wounds and many scars,
Some are newly done, others rather late.
The mist is coming, from darkest dusk on,
Because the sun behind a cloud now hides;
Lighten rays will soon be over and gone,
For ultimately starlight’s falling glides.
I have found a way, an open new viewed,
Where we could both fly on, close together;
It is of feelings mostly, touch and mood,
Every worry is light as a feather.
If feelings are none we lose sights of ways,
Night for eternity - in lightless days!