Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Yes- Perhaps –Maybe


Softly my melodies will sing
Flowers of tomorrow’s song
To each summer and spring
That in my heart I forever long
To keep my spirit no matter what
And break my waves to earth
Give love and don't stop at that
For that is what a word is worth

The flowers will become seed
And be forces of promise
Between the lines you read
And that's what it sometimes is
A song that comes easy
And gives the mood to try
The words of wind so breezy
That it moves the clouds to blue sky

These sounds are what they tell
Bring their joy to rise
Through hours of water well
In each their burden and try
I am as strong as my heart
If it comes clearly through
And won't from its path depart
When it shows itself to you

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2008

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