The Lamp Of Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Lamp oh lamp of light to come
That recede its yesterday glow
All that’s of shadow emporium
Coming as light in its flow

Times journey hidden in sight
Folded in deep of groping dark
Mysteries on thru the light
When flicker flames come to spark

Glow of your might in grays
All that will stand for its need
Blossoms of light in the days
That thru each morning read

Life that is a grasp of its gleam
Borrowing its thru hours
That is here now not to seem
Dancing of its silhouette flowers

Morning coming bright in a gist
Flowing as it seem in distraught
Fog in its ways and its mist
That from the deep more has brought

Rays going forward into a gleam
Thru all its asunder of motion
Sometimes of reality some of dream
Deep and profound as the ocean