Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Has Its Reaching (from my musical, This is My Life)


Every day has its reaching
Into thoughts that were lost
Finding ways again reaching
Like dice that were tossed

Give me time for every gone hour
That shall never be coming back
Like last summer's flower
That lie now in deep earth black
Feeling only the rain shower

Give me something I wasn't afraid of
And newer tried to know before
Like the blue stretching sky above
That has something for ever more

You and I could make things
Happen like they were in the past
Every attachments be like strings
With our thoughts that could last

Every day has its reaching
Into thoughts that were lost
Finding ways again reaching
Like dice that were tossed

Give me time for every gone hour
That shall never be coming back
Like last summer's flower
That lie now in deep earth black
Feeling only the rain shower

Give me something I wasn't afraid of
And newer tried to know before
Like the blue stretching sky above
That has something for ever more

You and I could make things
Happen like they were in the past
Every attachments be like strings
With our thoughts that could last

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2008
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