I'm so by myself on these streets tonight <br />With my shadows filling the darkish flowers <br />Yellow-brown or the reddish trivial light <br />Passing here on through with my tunnel hours <br />How deep and how close are these here inside <br />For those feelings are now thoroughly flowing <br />Where the nearness of thoughts for moments hide <br />With these my footsteps - soon to the past going <br /> <br />Each living hour's there momentarily dark <br />Through the deep of my soul's ocean windows <br />Those lonesome hours to the mind now spark <br />Like a mirror on a glasswork that glows <br /> <br />Each night I shall be walking towards my fate <br />Through these minutes of the midnight late<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-night-i-shall-be-walking-from-lost-sonnets/
