Peter S. Quinn Poems

The center of our heart is the earth
With every freshness that comes open in
A love song from the day of our birth
The light that with every season shall spin
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To where have you gone to
Dreams of my wary past
Something so deep and true
Showing their tender cast
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Thoughts surrounded that we alone know
The time’s month combatant fluff
The perfume of the old in memories glow
What inside is made of that kind of stuff
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Elemental clouds now ride the skies alone
Through the bound of the net raindrops falling
I hear a little music from some pebble stone
While the drizzles are splashing and calling
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Let's be in our true dreaming forever
Where a heart's pounding timelessly on
And roots of words become near and clever
Never to real feelings of love be done
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My songs are for love
To the road faraway
And to stars here above
In their twinkling play
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Out tonight to the sky red
A fly of clouds brought
Where sunshine evening had bled
The day's thought flight
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Sweet love of dreams and morning's blossoms white
That from twilight comes in to its bloom
With some spear of gleams from bluish starry night
Conquer of the winter in gray and gloom
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Nowhere is near to my heart
On this dark evening night
Love is a song that will depart
When comes again morning light
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Dreams filled with gold and silver threads of shade
Into the dismantled rivers that on twine
Each on their assent complexity made
To turn on red connective of sunshine
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