Peter S. Quinn Poems

Lonesome through the night
A love song in lost call
Like fluttering of wings in flight
In brownish yellow fall
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My heart is full of fall’s tone
The leaves of summer's last
So much in their dreams alone
From yesterdays still and past
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Like autumn leaves are falling
My heart is throbbing on slow
In memories deep down calling
Like leaves in its golden glow
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Each hour of mine is dark
Like wintry times out there
Where shadows come to spark
In flickering dance everywhere
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This hour is now leaving
Through foliage of time
For short while in its briefing
It had its way and prime
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The time is night
In its all alone landscape
While the moon is bright
Of shadows flame shape
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Stars are lonely though steadfast in their way
In the gleaming splendor on so brightly
Of the eternal lids of the nightly
Till the twilight morn again meets the new day
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The night is like an undertone
Into lives deeper radiance
Cornered in structured backbone
In shadings of day’s deep trance
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My song is a wonderful sight
Into the darkness I know
Turning on flowers so bright
With every wing of its go
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