There are nights without a song br Only clouds of whimsy whim br That steer dark as they go along br Callowness in deep mood's hymn br Painting and fuming winter's sky br Corrugated in red cylinders ways br Through the holes like cats-eye br Gleaming light of the fading rays br br Cravings for an additional sound br Of summer's appealing gone br With its window-dressing found br In mauve galaxies vivid neon br Dwell on tension in colors stale br Of tomorrow's that never comes br Searching on their questing trail br Are these cosmos old blossoms br br Give me encouragement’s dream br To sing my song as it openly is br In the deep-sea space ways stream br Where blaze are to eyes like blissbr br Peter S.