Peter S. Quinn Poems

Every night my dreams come back
Through their flowing gold
Within their drifting dreamy on tack
Day realties cannot hold
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Old dreams are now going by
One by one they leave
To forgetfulness deep sky
With their finding and conceive
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The day is now in a dream of coming true
The passionate fate that slumbers in the night
Feelings that tower and sometimes light
Into eternal flame giving a renew
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Love songs do live and die
Just like summer moody days
Winter is now near by
Snowing in its snowy grays
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Every dream is for two
Sharing equally both
What goes on to renew
From outlying and growth
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Little day dream
Never let go
Be with the life stream
In golden glow
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The many roads on to the warren
With daily dreams to travel to
Looked to be different and foreign
As its day comes clearly through
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What is this love all about?
Dreams that were once here clear
Now maybe only in doubt
Coming from inside to disappear
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This time is still in the true beauties song
And gives its way of gladness fresh own
Dreams in verdures that sometime is shown
Full of its way and aspiring in strong
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The green hollow dale’s in slumbering mood
Of flowers catching glow of new sunshine
In dreams of summer flowing in its fine
Of days going by in their intermit elude
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