Peter S. Quinn Poems

I've seen it in my dreams they're yesterdays
Swans of tomorrow that are going deep
Swimming into the darkness which will creep
When moods from forthcoming winter plays
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Cherish each moment we shared together,
For hours were short lived in days now done;
Memories pass for worst or the blether,
And what we were and had, soon will be gone.
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How come you must burn, so fast and so bright?
Oh star faraway in the darkly sky;
In the flames of the bluest of the night,
How lonesome you must eternally fly.
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Winning the hour
morning time
in dew
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Morning bloomed
of remembered times

when your blue eyes
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Swimming fish
fulfills its
desire
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The changing ways
and outward goals
are within
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Now no one will listen to songs
If they are still singing of yesterdays
With full pages the aged belongs
Those dusty old roads of gone grays
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Eyes of everlasting turning ways
The wandering high and lows
A heart that dreamt of kingdom plays
Like a golden thread that always glows
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Oh time is like the windy breeze
Of many brooks and rivers
The water curving that one sees
And always freshly delivers
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