Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


From Within


I’ve looked for moments of love
Through air, earth and water waves
Like a caged bird
The scars of my heart have come out
To these frozen veins and foliages
That has found its meaning and place
Well within
Line of secret rocks
That I can not walk but barefoot
My panic is torn between the lines
Of these words
As my heart goes on in this search
Rotating round the craters
Of uneven pondering thoughts
That the night has given
On this piece of paper of half empty thoughts

Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 04, 2011
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  • x... x... (8/30/2007 9:48:00 PM)

    I feel we spend our whole lives looking for that perfect love, for peace of soul and a heart no longer restless. Perhaps, it's just not possible on earth. Lovely write. ~mm.~~ (Report) Reply

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