Peter S. Quinn Poems

beneath the willow
slumber tales
of endless stories
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I'll always love you like new spring that comes
And turns my soul to the fresh and the new,
Summer seedlings that soon be new blooms
Like in morning's the sweetest of fallen dew;
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A tune for a rose
That in summer fair grows,
Like beauty in trim
When the moody is dim.
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Nothing is of reality
Only a dream state of mind
Something to set to see
What the eye catches and find
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A small bird of loneliness is flying
Through desolate and the many grasslands
Lightless color the ways one understands
When some true heart is there trying
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Don’t dress up for the occasion
It’s only you and me
And a lyric without explanation
With words coming steadily
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Come to me with all your love
Just the way you said you'd do
Like rain and clouds afar above
Our feelings are strange and new
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Somewhere we will go someday
Where all the dreams fade too
I hope it will be a long way
Before our dreams are through
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Day and night come
Through its purest space
Like a fragrance blossom
Are their many ways
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Let there be harmony, inside of me,
Sweetly singing - always, tones new and fresh;
With colors so tender, softly and free,
Dreamy words, full of muse and loftiness.
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