Peter S. Quinn Poems

Disappearances turning and turning,
Whisperers of water and dust;
Dawn sky into red now burning,
Pleasures from forgotten lust.
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Who cares for anyone,
Today or tomorrow;
We just have to go on and on,
With our own kind of sorrow:
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Come to sleep
The hours are so dark
Dreams to keep
Thoughts to hark
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There will be a time when time will go
Through darkness of years and dying
Like footsteps lost into winter's snow
And rain from the cloudy sky crying
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Thru the endless sea
Every day is going
To become again free
In new morning flowing
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Another summer day
Now on the horizon

Coming of colored way
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Enjoying life before it all away goes
On to the winter’s playing penumbra field
What was of proceeding is now like glows
One at a time falling in oldness yield
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To the open sea
Of the faraway
I’ll be going on free
To meet a new day
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The day is now becoming dark
With its silver threads and lining
Summer shine that once did spark
Is still from the inside shining
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If you're thought is paper worth
With words from inside grown
That your heart gave birth
Like seagulls in the sky
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