A Love Song (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love by the seaside,
Everywhere you go there's love you know;
The feelings that are right,
Ease and prediction of your flow.
Swinging in the air,
Going to somewhere.

You and I tonight,
Moving fast and slow;
Losing wings at fight,
Knowing not where to go.
Hiding from hunting eyes,
Being for real free;
Truth and no more lies,
All what inside might be.

All what you give in a dream,
From there on inside grow;
Nowhere in a thought seem,
Moving on fast or slow.
All what you love to give,
When there's no one else;
Dreams fulfilled to live,
Futures that all foretells.

Love by the seaside,
Everywhere you go there's this sweet love;
The shadows from deep hide,
Clouds that into mist will grow.
Swinging in the air,
Going to somewhere.