Peter S. Quinn Poems

With a songster in my heart
I will sing a song on to you
From tones where they start
In their inside gleam so true
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Shall you remember love songs from beats of time?
Leaping through the highways of your going ways
When all was so rosy colored in its prime
And you had sweet aromas of summer days
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The fire has its flames
Of burning out desire
These feelings are names
That grows in tender higher
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My heart is window of time
With the ways that lie many times ahead
The climbing of its made begrime
That with each robe to the high is read
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The impressive days of love are going by
With the wings to fly in their true about
In openness through the blue and cloudy sky
And carrying their freshness without any doubt
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The dawning of the deep
Like the clouds of sky faraway
In time´s moment's leap
Of the hours of night and day
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To happy moments arriving
I shall give one of my all
Everything there contriving
That to my heart will call
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Sweet love of its many wandering ways
Through the spiky passions of each fresh play
The night to crack of dawn of many rays
Sunshine of the heart and its compartments lay
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Let peace be with you
While Christmas comes calling
Every bell tinkling through
With the snowflakes stars falling
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Far out
The sky
Love reaches empty
Somewhere about
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