I See Light
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This Light
By Peter S. Quinn
This light is a light out
In its flickering caressing flow
Some themes in shadows about
In their way in, to and fro go
Those pleasing of dim flames
So dear to the night to hold
The streets of the nocturnal names
From inside dreams never told
Those light from bulbs and fiction
To carry their ecstasies run
Without this worlds addiction
Universes between night and evening sun
Deepness of being something more
To give us their spills of shadows
Each dripping dropp of glowing store
That with the new day all goes
Dim lights from lamps here between
In glowing thick gloomy night
The winter thoughts not else seen
In ordinary underneath daylight
The feeling forgotten into sleep
But giving its breath of being
Something among between to keep
Without it actually all seeing
.
By Peter S. Quinn
This light is a light out
In its flickering caressing flow
Some themes in shadows about
In their way in, to and fro go
Those pleasing of dim flames
So dear to the night to hold
The streets of the nocturnal names
From inside dreams never told
Those light from bulbs and fiction
To carry their ecstasies run
Without this worlds addiction
Universes between night and evening sun
Deepness of being something more
To give us their spills of shadows
Each dripping dropp of glowing store
That with the new day all goes
Dim lights from lamps here between
In glowing thick gloomy night
The winter thoughts not else seen
In ordinary underneath daylight
The feeling forgotten into sleep
But giving its breath of being
Something among between to keep
Without it actually all seeing
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