Sound Into Sound Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sound into sound
from the silences alone,
Inside dark found
each murmuring tone.
Flow going dark
with its day to day,
hours in their spark
as the minutes play.

Here comes the hour
that keeps being,
like a lightning flower
and inside is seeing.
Times into deep
unknown of its ways,
unmarked it'll keep
as it timelessly plays.

Sound into sound
flowing and going,
comes again around
in its rise and glowing.
Feel the inside there
seeps of echoing deep,
dusk through everywhere
in times hours sleep.