Sonnet - 101 Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the center of all, there is a verdant tree
With pearls and emeralds ever so true
You had great dreams to go forward and see
And for ever and ever your heaven was blue

There was love in your songs as fresh as the air
And birds carried them across faraway sky
And water in your soil was as pure as a tear
It shall be remembered until the last of cry

You where not sour among the sweetest of vines
You where colors of air, earth and waters
With all the shades that came from a human heart

And those poems of love songs still onward shine
Like a picture of the moon, on waves that ripple and splatters
From the love of your words who shall ever depart?

(In memory of, Pablo Neruda - 1904-1973)