There Is Sunshine Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is sunshine in the daylight,
Full of spiral blue and space;
Showing high tension wire flight,
In the yellow white blazing rays.
Through pictures and color acts,
Every time when the sun will shine;
Metaphors in the magnetic tracts,
Collapse and burst the horizon line.

Daylight we can not be without,
Every morning is full of surprise;
Though in darkness we walk about,
As passion in time divides and dies.
Can we darkness defeat that's born,
From a day that is falling in bright;
Where colors are dim and out worn,
From shifting of shadows and night.

Come without knowing and realize,
How apart all the sky-rise really is;
Some daydreams are nothing but lies,
For sleep paints on canvas of a wish.
There are thoughts the eye can't see,
Full of perplexities of black to yellow;
There's space of a passion that's free,
Something in the hearts that's mellow.