Peter S. Quinn

Get On Through - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I break my dreams into dark blue
With golden moments flying
A heart is either true or untrue
In each its way it’s trying
Reach on and hold to a dream
In the cold that we don't know
Crazy all these times seem
Moving its distance fast or slow

Cry me a star or a cloud of time
All is inside a moments drift
The afterthoughts try to mime
What goes by to strike and swift?
Some will never reach a height
Underneath the downward lies
Why it is that wings lose flight
Or a thought gives up and dies

I'll break lose to go boldfaced
Passing the clouds far in dim
I was born and thus just raised
Never the deep gulf to swim
What it's worth make a mistake
All is not lost because of this
Hindrance to bend and break
Get on though with your wish

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, February 7, 2011

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