Sonnet, The Night Is So Many Faced (From, Dried Flowers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night is so many faced and lonely,
With things that lie hidden to coming day;
All the flowers of dark grow there only,
Spectrums from the colors red to the gray.

The rays of the light so vast as it is,
Handful of earth and what under there lies;
Where dreams of the days come in like new bliss,
Open up to the hidden fantasy skies.

Shades of the burning delights of dim rays,
Nocturnal skin multiplying twilight,
Constellations extinguished through dark things;

Each what in moods and the dreams interplays,
Giving the soul between secrets of the night,
Fires and love songs each eternally brings.