Peter S. Quinn Poems

My pan flute is singing
A sweetest rain melody,
- Gently gently worrying
What's it going to be...
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Pictures in the sky,
Fall apart when clouds die,
So it is with love too,
It comes, then it goes, with you.
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Shifting hours growing heart pain,
Love's walked out down the lane;
I have searched but all in vain,
Winter's growing long.
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Love just comes without asking
That's the way everything goes
What you do and every tasking
Moves forward for someone knows
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You and I together now
But will it always be so
Presence slips away somehow
When it’s time to go
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Each love is here so easy
In giving and taking its dreams
Ways of the moments breezy
Everything distantly seems
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I want it so and so - more of this
There is so much to like
What ever comes - what ever is
From nowhere it seems to strike
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Soft blue oh silent night,
Into diminish dark light;
A day turned again old,
With flickering flame to hold.
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A silence comes within us all,
When we with darkness again fall;
A shadow creeping softly stays,
And show its vision many ways.
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In my heart you bear the sweetest of light,
The fire of each bloom that grows again fresh;
The certain things that are of day and night,
My soul with shades of new-born - from your flesh.
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