Peter S. Quinn Poems

Something is always going
To their point of no returning
We in the distances are growing
And from it all again learning
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So much spotless pleasure is on
Always from me to you
Everything in its effect till it's gone
Into the dark night and blue
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As the wind goes on to its own stream
In the gold clouds of tomorrow rising
Like a summer of flowers gold sunbeam
Those from a fantasy world are actualizing
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When we both are gone
To carry this life on
In its endless time and hours
From seed to old flowers
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My heart like a song to remain little still
In its love of its everlasting string
From my miniature empire where I'm king
Of its glimpse and sparkle that I’ll try to fulfill
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A dream that I have found
From in my heart alone
Comes here again around
And feels like weighting stone
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This dream a gleam upon a gleam
And filling its moments with glow
The river of deep flowing stream
That to and fro drift here and go
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The beautiful tonight as the moon lies still
In its dreamy space of afar never ending
Each cloud that comes near is like daffodil
In the night of dim hours forever blending
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All nature is now in its glistening snow
Stirring the road with fine weaving's of white
Through this moment of blue blackness and night
Whereas moon sketch its light in flickering glow
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