Peter S. Quinn - Light My Light

The night is coming through
In its playfully play
So much of dreams to do
Though none of them will stay
The flight of so many fancy
Of flights in it going
Little points in necromancy
From the faraway growing

Light my light with kindle on
Following dreams higher
Till those dreams are almost done
In their timeless desire
More to come and give flame
Of bright and clear thoughts
Never to stay in the same
In their settling juggernauts

Peter S. Quinn

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