Peter S. Quinn Poems

I am restful in time’s lullaby
That gives away its dreams free
And opens up my wistful eye
In clearing of thoughts with me
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The blossoms of life - like flower dew drops
That comes often so easy with its love
Playfully wings of the innocent dove
Every turn around - in down and ups
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Twinkle Twinkle upside down
Night has come in its gown
Now the drifting breeze is here
With its moments everywhere
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I am coming to deliver
With something from within
Like cornfields sway and shiver
In the breezing of its daily spin
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The invisible walk is still taking place
Echoing strangeness for ever so much
Like there were voices with tones out of touch
Reaching to nowhere and without time's grace
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The time is running thru blackening woods
These unbearable flights to the moments lost
To cobblestones sometimes are mossed
All their reminiscences in their lost hoods
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A song to the touch of the coming night
Where the waiting dreams have some now begun
In the ahead road of timeless spun
When the hours go by and come to their flight
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Dust to dust - to forever to endure
Life is a circle that comes round to be
Something to give and something to see
That is the way that it's going here for sure
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Like the cells - we are living inside it all
Never ending boundaries quivering
When we through heart and mind are delivering
The purpose of its true being and the call
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Come do it my way
The roads will turn
There's a moment’s play
Inside to learn
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