Peter S. Quinn Poems

ónefnd eru ljóðin
sem tungl og stjörnur eiga
sem fara um
hverja nótt
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In hope there is a fire that keeps burning,
In a flaming candle that lightens each day,
In there, is a future constantly turning,
To what it is worth and crossing our way.
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The deep of my ocean is soul
The dark and clean waves that lie hidden
And full and lots of what didn't
The soul that you feel with a touch
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Every hope has its sky’s secrets
In the murmur of seashore breeze
Like the clouds on the blue carpet
It shall tell its lives diversities
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From the road of nowhere go
When the winter settles in
And dark's with its wintry blow
Of its coldness of frosty spin
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The days of my days are flowing
On to the voices of silence
Like everything slumbered is going
Though calm delights trance
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April is in with blossom flowers
At my door and some within
Whitish and yellow in their dowers
Shading gracious in a spin
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I want to write more words
And fly to the deep inside
Wing to wing with my birds
That through timeless glide
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Here is to this day
So lovely in its air
With feelings close and near
Coming from every way
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Winter is now deep in its gleaming prime
With red autumn gone to the deeper mood
Cloudy sky in dreary forces altitude
As shadows of deep further onward climb
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