The Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night is like an undertone
Into lives deeper radiance
Cornered in structured backbone
In shadings of day’s deep trance

Each feeling is going deep
Through silences of hours still
Only for dreams inside to keep
That no actuality shall fulfill

The night with its darkish plot
And sun setting cavernous mood
Is all what the daytime is not
The shadows of dancing altitude

With mind-set of inside steamy
And roots of its growing threads
Uncertainty of times dreamy
Improbability of differing instead

The night is a garden of time
Into endless sinuous profound
Where threads of light shall climb
When rising of dawn is around