Behind the streets of time, <br />Hours never stop flowing; <br />The growing trees in climb, <br />Their age are now showing. <br />Hiding faces there falling on, <br />Creating erasion of a vision; <br />Before too long day's gone, <br />Into the twilight's precision. <br /> <br />Erasing the light creations, <br />In clouds that are drifting by; <br />Black electrifies abductions, <br />In the evening dimish sky. <br />Till morn hangs over roofs, <br />Downpour of glowing black; <br />Star spots and many spoofs, <br />Returning the sunshine back. <br /> <br />Behind the slowly minutes, <br />Never the same hour face; <br />Dawn together aggregates, <br />In the coloring aerospace <br />What has a man then seen? <br />In a nocturnal dreaming past; <br />Where have the thoughts been, <br />While the body lay bedfast.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-the-streets-of-time-from-poet-on-www/
