The Light Comes And Goes (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The light comes and goes,
Like the tides of the open sea;
Everything in the morn glows,
Inside you and me.
Fly away with my throbbing heart,
Feel the day inside;
Never from true love depart,
For hollowness to hide.

Swim against the waves,
The earth tides are made from;
Memories our past engraves,
Each heart's desires qualm.
You and I sometimes singing,
With things still unsaid;
Our hopes up bringing,
With all the things aforesaid.

Troubles that can't be named,
Inside with wearies grows;
All is for hope though aimed,
Through the windmill boroughs.
Confusions are everywhere,
With their aimless past;
Nothing is concessionaire,
To a thoughtless chromoblast.