Peter S. Quinn Poems

Wishful you wishful I and wishful thinking,
I had a dream last night and without knowing;
Can I touch it can I smell, without linking?
For my wish from the dreaming is all going.
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There is the joy of strangeness,
The gliding clouds drifting;
Within every ebbing freshness,
That the mist is lifting.
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Now times are still to share
Like a nest is full of life
Each road that leads to here
In fate and a little strife
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nú eru dagar dimmir
og drungi yfir tíð
ennþá sefur sólskyn
og sumur góð og blíð
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Black holes
and metagalexies

finding beginnings
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True dreamers shall never die
When they do a poem or a song
Time might catch them and fly
But they will be singing along
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ónefnd eru ljóðin
sem tungl og stjörnur eiga
sem fara um
hverja nótt
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In hope there is a fire that keeps burning,
In a flaming candle that lightens each day,
In there, is a future constantly turning,
To what it is worth and crossing our way.
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The deep of my ocean is soul
The dark and clean waves that lie hidden
And full and lots of what didn't
The soul that you feel with a touch
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