And The Song Shines On To Me Poem by Peter S. Quinn

And the song shines on to me,
From the top of every tree...
And I ask myself again and when,
We both each comprehend.
Wishing upon every star,
That has fallen from my sky;
Reaching out and reaching far,
Living full until I die...

Love is all like this
Dream, full - like a first kiss,
Heartfelt memory bliss
You never want to miss.

In my pocket is a buck,
That I keep for charms and luck;
Hope my fortune becoming soon,
Maybe before next full moon.
Inspiration's all I need,
I have full of them indeed;
Maybe something works for me,
To help my Pegasus fly free.