Through Voices Of Longing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I longed for my heart to grow again new
In silent prowl through the spring freshly street
Nourished in bright dawn that it came to meet
When redden of summer where coming through
Oh dearest young spring time I adore you
Filling my soul with your wonderful steps
Each footstep of longing in times preps
That with glee comes in and sends us through

Sending away each graveling pale stone
That made our earthy hands wintry and numb
Through voices of longing and fleeting shade
When hours where a great deal inside alone
And we only waited for springtime to come
Where colors of love are forever made