Tune Of The Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When I sing a tune of the night,
It shall be of sweet melody;
Until morning burning bright,
I will sing it on to thee.
All the pleasures of my mind,
And the soul that lies within;
Shall be in my tune combined,
And freely words with it I'll spin.
Sweetest rose of evening eyes,
Feelings you have for me here;
All your moods: down and highs,
Let me know how you are dear.
Every whisper in the darkness,
Is inspiration to my beings - all;
Takes away my deepest depress,
Is like a summer before the fall.
Stars shine bright, full and free,
And a love is a glinting light;
I have all when I have thee,
Therefore all is worth and right.