The Night Is Always Here Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night is always here
close together to days,
with the lights everywhere
in flickering dream rays.
The memories deep inside
like the glow of times done,
as moments to dawn glide
to carry the starlight on.

Each touch of it I feel
in its tender dreamy while,
the dark that isn't real
with all its magic beguile.
To days that all have left
flown into profound deep,
of departed times bereft
that was no times to keep.

Night in the glowing moon
and enraptured in the sky,
until coming daylight soon
when sunshine rises high.
Enchantment of each flash
that leap into observance,
when light to dark will clash
in hours and minute dance.