The river of dark is coming in blue, <br />For dusk of night is falling on the leaves; <br />And all of love that was given to you, <br />Will fall to sleepiness of lonesome and grieve. <br />Each tender love given secretly to heart, <br />Will be looked away in the dark twilight; <br />And each of the words that feelings impart, <br />Closes like the flower which falls to the night. <br />For love is like daytime giving us meaning, <br />Fiery like the wind coming from the plane; <br />Forest songs to where the trees are leaning, <br />Melodious and cautious then gone again. <br />Each heart is open like an open road, <br />You just have to learn its covert code.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-the-river-of-dark/
