Peter S. Quinn Poems

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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Like the sweetest flower in spring assume
Each day is truer in its new rising high
When feelings come though and clear as the sky
In blue azure tint of its fairest bloom
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The beauty is soft in life of singing
Each agate of pureness and living
All ephemeral shining through giving
And more of its freshness inside bringing
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There is a love song from the deepest dark
Flowing onward to the tomorrow day
Within its whimsy going and fancy spark
Anything might come to the light to stay
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Your songs were like love's colorful lipstick
Close to my heart and harder to explain
Each of their beat with an exotic click
Some very complex others simple and plain
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