Peter S. Quinn


From An Open Book


From an open book
I'll read your mind
Whatever it really took
And you left behind
The dust on open road
Like fire flies flying
Each our carried load
Worthy through and trying

Something you can't hold
For its all of you
Like a light to unfold
And becoming again new
This and that we gave
While we had the day
Hours in thoughts to grave
As they come and play

Rushes that are gone
To time's old memory
Days of long left done
We had here wistfully
Walking by some slow
Like stones we picked up
In moments carried glow
When we had time to stop

Submitted: Monday, February 04, 2008
Edited: Monday, February 04, 2008
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