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