Peter S. Quinn Poems

I want to touch your inner wing
With a kiss of my dark
Whereas the hours of night sing
With tones of the lark
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Tongues of the forest will soon awake
With the days growing longer to new spring
And the hours of the sunrise again sing
When winter's ice is released from the lake
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In the name of my innocence and diaper
Stop this trespassing and warfare death dance
Take away your tall guns like sky-viper
And give me and mommy a survival chance
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Between the sea and the sky
I’ll stand on my own
Like leaves that fall from high
When summer of dreams is down
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The leaping stream of days remembering
With aromas of summer from yesterdays
The glow on feathers and yellow abandoning
The red leaves on earth's lonely trays
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In these lonely days there's nothing like you
When the law of restlessness chance shall flame
The heart is inconstant danger to be through
And its troubling in beats that are the same
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There is always a love song
To take you to times dear
They’ll ponder and fly along
In everything that is near
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Feelings from the inside
Through the motions go
Slowing down or abide
In their easy way on flow
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I'm just a flower small
On the fields of rustic gold
With a dream for a call
That wants my seeds to unfold
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My boat is all alone
On the weaving mystic sea
Like a bottom pebble stone
That cannot become free
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