Peter S. Quinn


Fly To the Sky (from, MySpace)


Fly to the sky
With every new hope
Each trial and try
Is strong in its robe
Days they are going
In evening dim light
Like breeze in blowing
Or footsteps from sight

On to the stars
In the faraway place
From tumbling wars
And trials many ways
The hours shall go
And reach what´s sown
In the abysses grow
Of new weaving tone

So much is falling
In to the ongoing deep
Where no one is calling
It back from its sleep
The withering morning
Of everything gone by
Never again returning
From the deepness of sky

Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008
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