The moments and hours are coming more clear <br />From darkening thoughts and spirits of grief, <br />Words been said - pass on like aperitif <br />And sometimes an advise away will steer; <br />We are to our believes all to adhere <br />Judge all history what comes in a brief, <br />For that's man conviction to trust and belief <br />What stands to his breast most dearest and near. <br /> <br />There is a winter where men go forth <br />Scatter around the dahlias and roses, <br />While the whimpered warning whistle cried; <br />Darkness's now dripping to earth bleeding swarth <br />Further into the denial closes, <br />The one suffering: who vanished and died.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moments-from-lost-song-poems/
