The mingling arms of darkness that comes <br />With seeds to increase the colors of gray <br />While hours are awaiting for new years day <br />In weather coldness - that rises and hums <br />Streets without names where we will be going <br />When futures come and bring their begin <br />For travelers of thoughts to settlers in <br />And give us again knowledge in knowing <br /> <br />Each day that's left or has fallen asleep <br />Into the dreams of forgetfulness on <br />Filled with adeptly swollen recollections <br />With memories we have of thoughts to keep <br />And filled with hopes when darkness is gone <br />Will be shown in hearts - for new connections <br /> <br />- under construction -<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mingling-arms-of-darkness/
