Peter S. Quinn Poems

So much sweetness is now flowing
On to the everlasting deep
Like heartbeat that is going
And not for my love to keep
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What a horizon it is
The unclouded blue clear
Deep space certainty bliss
So far away though near
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Now the night is calling
Thru the dreams going by
And times footsteps are falling
To openness of each try
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Evaporated desiccated river
Your veins are old and dry
Your stream can't deliver
Skies clouds are drifting by
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Day is coming clear as light
With its wings of inside fire
Like the morning onward bright
In its accomplishing desire
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Belgacom up up towers
Thru the open sky
Mirror glass empowers
To reach tomorrow’s high
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The sky said so
Always remember me
I will rise and then go
Like a merry-go-round free
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Through the summer with its itinerant light
Where cut grains are yellow-brownish and knot
Full of the gentle wind to bathe its laying lot
By the muddled coming murkiness of the night
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Feelings are fine
In every game of life
Rain come and sunshine
For it you must strife
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Here I’m just staying
Finding day and night
All my hours weighing
Till I get a new flight
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