To be near the ocean of tide's swinging <br />In the arousing dream's kingdom to wear <br />Where the crossed roads are crossing though the year <br />And the bells of the fading are clinging <br />Like solemnly vanishing faraway star <br />Each their disguises of fate in the field <br />Where the distinguished between images peeled <br />Like final meeting of horizons afar <br /> <br />Under the twinkling of twilight's kingdom <br />On beach of the tumid darkish river <br />Where the poisons roots are all in their numb <br />But often their toxic drinks deliver <br />Times are of importance for its hollow <br />There is not much fulfillment it to follow<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-twinkling/
