© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com _______________________________________________ For more information about my art: info@benheine.com _______________________________________________ Day After Day There is Sunset A poem by Peter S. Quinn Day after day there is sunset, Beautiful ashtrays of yellow dust; All what days of the days meet, Rays of the sunshine hours of lust. The eyes inside the evening, Before the day is all gone; Where lark and small birds sing, There in red layered setting sun. Dark blue and half lonely, The hours that dark gives away; Shadows of night dancing only, With tone of the wind that play. Rides of the moon in clouds, Water that glances in a glow; Streets empty without crowds, All is now in silent and slow. Lips of a dream now kisses, Wings of the darkish flowers; Brings to a thought night wishes, Before return of morn hours. How does a dim make doubts, Vividly morning coloured orange; Brushing away grey burn-outs, Giving the light again change. -------------- The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn