Dreams Of The Night
Pétur Söebech Quinn

When daylight folds its maps and slips away,
The silent provinces of dream arise;
A moonlit parliament of shadows sway
Beneath the drifting architecture of skies.



There every road is made of memory's thread,
Each fleeting face a messenger unseen;
The living walk beside the nameless dead,
And all existence glimmers in between.


The heart unbuttons every guarded door,
Releasing songs no waking tongue can keep;
Lost loves return and wander as before,
Like silver vessels sailing through the deep.

Thus night imagines what the day denies,
And dreams become the truth behind our eyes.

All's a deep within
day to a day moments spin
- you lose or you win!

riming haiku #371

dreams of the going by
openness of deep frost sky
- where winter road lie

Riming haiku #370

Falling stars in glow,
On to oblivion they go
- Like footsteps in snow.

Winter Haiku

Day by day contrast,
A year is now going to past
- With memories vast.

Autumn Haiku

Summer is weeping
In autumn leaves now falling
- One by one they go

riming haiku #369

Green to darker still,
Dreams of summer to fulfill
- With nature touch quill

riming haiku #368

Day and night around,
Light and dark in corners found
- In their contrast bound