Peter S. Quinn Poems

In a substratum of heart shape glasses
The mountains and valleys of winter's night
Their moodiness of dark that now's in flight
Rushes with hillsides and morasses
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These days are now blackouts for the spirit
One by one to the abyss they are gone
Cast into deep and dark winter's mood pit
That seems never to infinities done
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Dark dreams in my daylight
Sunrise of the night coming in
Only stars loneliness bright
Twilight's in twinkling spin
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Take the stand for me
Make my purpose come through
Everything is to be free
And it's so much up to you
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You make me feel alright
Come slowly to be
And rush me through this light
Forever to again see
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Come here like time's beat
With the going that goes on
Let’s move your dancing feet
That keeps time never done
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Thousand dots of life
Like fire lights in dark
On to each fulfillment strife
Till they glow and spark
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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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Í kvöld
er ástin dimm
og draumkennd
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Hér er hjarta mitt nú,
ofur skiljanleg fræði;
enn er löngun mín sú,
að gefa lífsins gæði.
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