Peter S. Quinn Poems

Something is going to somewhere around
Everything is drifting to the time
Feelings and sorrows so often in rime
Inside your touches so much there to be found
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In the coming days of darkish winter song
Where the moods are falling to lowered keys
Distant pleasures and forgotten dillies
With pages of yesterdays coming along
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Just here within my fields of falling time
Are searches going somewhere to and seek
Finding time to listen to in their prime
From the ways of going until it is bleak
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Behind this street of somewhere to go
Is another backyard for you waiting
To another heart and a beat to slow
Through the times of stories debating
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Love, love is so tender awhile
Giving light to freedom
Smooth in its eternal style
Where all passion comes from
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There is much of nothing
Inside this for all
Times in times bluffing
Through low and tall
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In ways of this
My heart beats on
In colored bliss
Of dreams gone
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I'm dreaming on to the faraway
Of the coming dreams to fulfill
Meeting light of the new day
Finding those moments of thrill
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The spring has come in its never ending
To haunt my heart and forth it further bring
With tinctures of its fairy blending
In moments of its timeless clinging
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