There Is A Sun... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a sun that meets the night
In every pending day
When fresh thoughts go to flight
Turning up and coming away
Shades of ways to get burned
Filling spaces gone to be found
Places of lay how they turned
Coming again round and around

Something to fill each world turn
Passing time from you by
How you'll find what you earn
If you look for reasons why
Let them come and be your friend
Trust their shades that carry on
Everything is in a blend
To be here before it’s too gone

Let’s make a living build a fire
Raise the past from fields of earth
Love is like an open desire
Every corner of its own worth
Lift your flame before you sleep
Showing a new day every respect
All is yours there to keep
That you haven't made in reject