Peter S. Quinn Poems

Butterflies, oh sweet little butterflies,
Soft is your freedom - like the velvet clouds;
Drifting through the air right before my eyes,
And then hiding, where the horizon enshrouds.
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The ocean is vast
For its flower's dark cast
And what is between
In dark never seen
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Into the truly love
Everything comes fresh
Just like air above
And each soul's enmesh
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window lamps
lightening on and on

through street corners
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Day and night is here
Always again returning
Bridges of the far and near
Behind thoughts burning
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Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair
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Needlessly Shy
Into the morning come
Ask not questions why
Or where it's from
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Dreams won’t return
When the times are gone
Only we can yearn
For what has been done
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Sister sun
Brother moon,
It's the summer
Of early June.
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Rest in peace
Good old you,
In work and play
You brought us through.
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