Peter S. Quinn


Return To The Things You Adore - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love songs are calling
In their endless of ways
As their dreams are falling
On sunshine lays
Dreams in tincture’s blue
To the faraway
Shades of cherished true
In its unborn day

Return to the things you adore
For love is the only say
In a pleasure it's something more
To keep the loneliness away

And for all that will never rest
There are meanings still
To keep close in love’s breast
For a feeling to fulfill

Return to a moment before
That gave and never said nay
To a passionate contour
Of all meanings that outweigh

Love songs are playing
Their intimate fire
Though none’s staying
Of loves burn desire
It’s all dreams in distance
Flowing away soon
Hour’s pleasures trance
A heart of memories tune


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013


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