The Darkish Night Flows Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The darkish night flows through fretful feelings
From a day that is gone with its music
From melodies clear and deep in its click
The softly none spoken sound echoing ceilings
Not a stranger to the shadows on swaying
To and fro in its unsung liquid motion
Tranquil melodies like bottomless ocean
Nothing understandable in quavering saying

Dream that comes to the mind like melody
Of some to sung or rest in its fading
Spelling of a quiet breath from subaqueous sea
Forever in its stillness and debating
Lost in the glow from the coming on dark
Like a feeling of rhythm that once did spark