The Moments (From, Lost Song Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The moments and hours are coming more clear
From darkening thoughts and spirits of grief,
Words been said - pass on like aperitif
And sometimes an advise away will steer;
We are to our believes all to adhere
Judge all history what comes in a brief,
For that's man conviction to trust and belief
What stands to his breast most dearest and near.

There is a winter where men go forth
Scatter around the dahlias and roses,
While the whimpered warning whistle cried;
Darkness's now dripping to earth bleeding swarth
Further into the denial closes,
The one suffering: who vanished and died.