Walk (From, Illuminating Night) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Walk on the sands,
With dreams undecided;
Mind that understands,
A reason that's divided.
Feelings of freedom,
Inside every shell;
When night's infinitum,
Into winter's spell.

Flowing of the tides,
With clouds going by;
Summer feelings asides,
Far from bird's eye.
Wintry blowing blow,
Frost in the coldness;
Icy glowingly glow,
Always new and fresh.

Walk on by the dreams,
Realities and stars;
Faraway now all seems,
Some glisten isobars.
Flowers on a window,
Frosty and white;
Outside cold to grow,
More into dim night.