The Night, All Anise And Silver Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night, the night, - all anise and silver
My thoughts in its bewilderment shall bring
What reality can't set or deliver
The air from infinity - life must sing
Wisdom that is everlasting and through
Bringing roads of compassion further on
Love songs of springs - the summer that is true
The approaches beyond time's traveling gone

I will sing my songs in wilderness place
Where the blooms are so precious and so small
To the mountains far and the sky of deep
Where nature belongs in its fullest grace
With silent that is like a wondrous call
To the emotions - in the heart to keep