Peter S. Quinn Poems

Stabled chilling awaiting while
the glowing seen
of shadows sphere
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Into the rush
turn those silky soft faces

found in the flesh
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Into the hushing pyre
melts the plea of flesh

wax-coated is the yearn
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Illusions are vacant
melting black blood

vaporize found
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Smell- running silky colors
awakes from death

the freedom of earth
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Ringing and bugling
awaken spirits

the earth's calling
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I have here a song, deep within my heart,
Which I'd like to sing to you, it is about
A lot of love - I don't know how to start,
As it echoes through without being out.
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Days are blue and white with dreams laid in between,
Our faces feel smooth with sparkling angel eyes,
In different light than sometimes is seen,
Full of new youth and in a plain none disguise.
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Sweet roses in red
In the garden surrounding
Colored precincts bled
Of summertime founding
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Let me dream away my heart, oh my heart,
For I know I love too much and burn thus up;
All my days, filled with love that can't depart,
I must thus this sweetness drink from my fate's cup.
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