Sonnet – So Sweet Unrest Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Stars are lonely though steadfast in their way
In the gleaming splendor on so brightly
Of the eternal lids of the nightly
Till the twilight morn again meets the new day
In flowing of light in its glow up and lay
Like perfect sky coming up so lightly
In its hours of tender of moods and rightly
When a dawn gives colors from falling gray
That flowed on in its softly rising leap
When again my dreams to the earth are awake
For each reality to comprehend and keep
And the heart again to sleep from its ache
All moods from before night - so sweet unrest!
That those hours of dim set up on my breast



*With this picture at flickr: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3989217484/