Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Dear - Love From Faraway!


Dear - love from faraway!
Into the sea of the deep
Where darkness meets the day
And souls of yester keep
Where all the flowing go
To rest and become dim
And none the flowers glow
In the colors of whimsy whim

Where hearts will stand still
In pounding never more
No dreams there to fulfill
On the dark keepers shore
And all your sayings die
Like drops on ocean’s floor
There is none bright sky
Only mysterious unbolt door

I have been there once
A high priest in the spring
I collapsed into its trance
Distant dimensional stone ring
Where shrivel bud is found
Where times will become nil
Into destiny forever bound
To forces of good and ill

*Drudes

Submitted: Friday, June 01, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 05, 2011
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