Peter S. Quinn Poems

We have dreams to give and take
Anything we know for sure
Moods of tomorrow to up wake
That in Deep Ocean's lure
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There comes this everything
Inside the walls of a heart
Compartment to complex bring
Full of mind-sets from start
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Nothing is for ever more
Only to the hours made
What days have inside store?
In memories are later played
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Every day should be like an untouched
To set its moods to each new occasions
The rushing of fragrance and colors clutched
Each tutored trace and tact of persuasion
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To the yesterdays gone
Old flowers to cast
Carry their dark drifting on
The onset to each past
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All I'm trying to do is find you
With what you have to offer me
Something that is true or untrue
In the things you’re set out to be
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Something to say
And trying to fulfill
Anything at all
With its content skill
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Like a day that will start
I will grow on to be
Somewhere feelings counterpart
To grow on and become free
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Like the nectar my love has its flower
That will long to the epoch and then fall
With its flourish liberated avower
The working-day light reaching and its brawl
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The night is here again for its awhile
Moods laid out to give obscurity dark
Deep within its dusk meditation style
And on to the stars that come here to spark
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