Peter S. Quinn Poems

Days are sometimes dreams going away
Filling their moments with the lost time gone
Like chaliced flowers that still grow here on
To give of beauty for every day
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I have my heart
To give and to awake
From where I start
And with what is at stake
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There is time for a spring
In each morning of thrive
With the days that we sing
For being here with its drive
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I may not reach the top
For either or a different way
But what is down comes up
If it is meant to stay
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I remember the first days of my love
That came into my heart there just to sing
Like the drifting of the clouds far above
How much joy to my heart it all did bring
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There is no one quite like you
In the sweetness of this time
Love that’s always clear and true
In every way of its mime
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Tangling twilights for a day or a two
Inside this morning after the gone dark
The flowers of dimly moods ongoing spark
Something within and all coming through
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Words that you speak
Are sometimes true
Making it all so easy
To be in love with you
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Every day is a song going by
With a heart calling on to you
Never showing a cloud in the sky
Only love that always comes true
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In the days of the days going by
Where dreams are not sheets to be read
Only clouds in the misty open sky
Those are going to the times far ahead
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