Peter S. Quinn Poems

Just here within my fields of falling time
Are searches going somewhere to and seek
Finding time to listen to in their prime
From the ways of going until it is bleak
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Behind this street of somewhere to go
Is another backyard for you waiting
To another heart and a beat to slow
Through the times of stories debating
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Love, love is so tender awhile
Giving light to freedom
Smooth in its eternal style
Where all passion comes from
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There is much of nothing
Inside this for all
Times in times bluffing
Through low and tall
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In ways of this
My heart beats on
In colored bliss
Of dreams gone
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I'm dreaming on to the faraway
Of the coming dreams to fulfill
Meeting light of the new day
Finding those moments of thrill
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The spring has come in its never ending
To haunt my heart and forth it further bring
With tinctures of its fairy blending
In moments of its timeless clinging
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So many stars out there
To shine on to your heart
Giving a glow somewhere
To make you not feel apart
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Love should be like morning in tenderness flow
If you say in honesty you love me
Like daybreak to the rising in its goal go
That flickers on in its fire in sparks free
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