There is this world of finest sun, <br />That shadows fall on in the night; <br />And as this world is all not fun, <br />Just different ways of wrong and right. <br />For all the rainbows in the sky, <br />The colors turn to different ways; <br />And every cloud away can't fly, <br />Or drift again into the haze. <br /> <br />From all diminishing darkness, <br />Again shall sunshine rise high; <br />Forever as this world is fresh, <br />There is no moment for it to die. <br />All our space is of the twilight, <br />And likewise thoughts are relative; <br />Moods are all with different height, <br />And so is also loss and grief. <br /> <br />The feelings of my mood now dark, <br />For I have leaves of darker green; <br />I can not sing or give a spark, <br />Or all those dimensions in between. <br />The roots will come to spoil the soil, <br />Unless your wings shall rescue me; <br />For they are now so dark and foil, <br />And let me with no fulfillment be.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darker-moods/
