Peter S. Quinn Poems

We are the dusk of long gone yesterdays
Just like the stars afar burning dim beams
Moods of days that to the evening plays
Rivers of thoughts that to the oceans streams
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We should always speak Love - to make its way
For nothing can come that you don't prepare
A light will not come if there is no day
Or fire to bring - and the dark away snare
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Give me your dream right now
I have missed it so much
Because fallible I am somehow
Feelings like stars out of touch
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Distinguish between loves that we found
With touches to share in drizzles concourse
Purposes fill every thought around
The way and the whole mean of living force
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Drizzles of time the thoughts we have here sown
Interminable with its feather touches
Through futures of circles and sky blown
With each their means and too many clutches
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My love - each moment has its hereafter
The rainy clouds that fluid with its fresh rain
Sunny day with its yearning and laughter
Worth its gold ingots in every grain
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So many hours have gone
Into the moments lost
Each their way's drawn
To time's brightness glossed
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After light comes darkness
And after darkness comes light
For you and with - I shall caress
And fly onto your flight
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Are you confused about love?
Like the clouds faraway
Where they drift carelessly above
To meet a new coming day
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Give me feelings close and true
And never let me again go
Each conclusion is up to you
To make them worth its flow
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