Peter S. Quinn

Far out
The sky
Love reaches empty
Somewhere about
Where echoes cry
Freedom is free

Love song
Of my heart
Beating strong
From its start
Far out
The sky
Through the time
Of reasons found
In this rime
Of winter hardship
Dark

Far out
The sky
We must fly on
To the new reach
Till the woe is gone
To give and teach

Love song
Of wildness
Breaking into fire
Of life's caress
And new desire
Where love goes steady
Beat lives there
And life is ready
To lead from here
In this rime
Of winter hardship
Dark

Far out
The sky
I’ve made out my wings
Falling on waves
To a distance dawn
Far out
The sky
Where echoes sing
And my heart craves
The silvery swan