I'm so by myself on these streets tonight
With my shadows filling the darkish flowers
Yellow-brown or the reddish trivial light
Passing here on through with my tunnel hours
How deep and how close are these here inside
For those feelings are now thoroughly flowing
Where the nearness of thoughts for moments hide
With these my footsteps - soon to the past going
Each living hour's there momentarily dark
Through the deep of my soul's ocean windows
Those lonesome hours to the mind now spark
Like a mirror on a glasswork that glows
Each night I shall be walking towards my fate
Through these minutes of the midnight late
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-night-i-shall-be-walking-from-lost-sonnets/
