Peter S. Quinn Poems

time eyes
blue morning reality

walking instant
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today dresses
new time

yesterdays survive in
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Each the color garden summer of bloom
Crossing the way to the serene of blue
Up to the sky and there drifting in new
Cloudlet moments that come airway with room
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I'll sing to you another song,
It may be all the same;
It comes as I go along,
Spelling out your name.
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I'm reaching to your heart,
With another song;
It gently breezes from start,
And then it moves along.
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The time between the darkest moon twilight,
Where feelings go forward and gather late
And dreaming weaves of dark show their debate,
There is no thought there in for wrong and right.
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For a moment I had the word,
But that was just dust of time;
I was sending messages to souls,
But they were just sand corns.
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the frozen colours
drawn from
the shattering retina
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The misty dark
fills the fading
lights at sea
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Now the summer is here
And the sky has lost its gray,
There are flowers everywhere
On this beautiful sunshine day;
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