Peter S. Quinn Poems

Sweet love of its many wandering ways
Through the spiky passions of each fresh play
The night to crack of dawn of many rays
Sunshine of the heart and its compartments lay
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Let peace be with you
While Christmas comes calling
Every bell tinkling through
With the snowflakes stars falling
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Far out
The sky
Love reaches empty
Somewhere about
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I walked through the wasteland of frosty field
To find only a silvery rose of cold
Its buds where many and some were still sealed
And thorns of its rime where still icy to hold
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I'll take my hat and leave
And walk the street of many
Where the moments are brief
Of thoughts from almost any
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I will catch a cloud up on the high there
In its murky fluffy and all going day
Around circling to places everywhere
They don't wait a minute on their long way
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Please bring me to your other side of the heart
The darker side that is much like dark moon
Where your feelings - in first steps flowing start
And where you fly out in your red balloon
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You are like each everything going
While you keep a steady beat
A feeling that from eyes is glowing
Sometimes so tender and bittersweet
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There is no time after this
Only some time in growing old
Futures are coming like bliss
Breaking the waves that hold
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Me and I we need it all now
What we had lost was never found
Try to find out what it's somehow
Before it’s gone nowhere around
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