Tangled Hours Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We walked sleeping
And the days go by
Nowhere hours keeping
To our closer tie
Stopped the stifled heart
Times we woke up
Chances from its start
Visions of bitter sweet cup

And love was going crazy
Wind of dark dreams
The currents were so lazy
In its shore stream
Waiting for a vision
Dreams that never came through
With their point precision
Love from me and you

Nothing was in eyes
Nights of waves deep
Dawn of reddish surprise
In its winter sleep
Heart scratched and bleeding
Silver threads of time
Stopped in ways of needing
Tangled in their prime