Peter S. Quinn Poems

Every day that comes shall get old
With the spinning wheels of infinity
And age in pastimes for you and me
To give each one prosper to raise and hold
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Love me with your love
If you feel the same way
These times are so full of
Night and its lonely day
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Love songs of the past
Are like a memory glow
In many times and cast
That came to and fro
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I wanted to say
Dreams are ripping away
With every longing that's done
Into its forgetfulness gone
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Sweet as the rose is
So should your summer be
A breeze with flickering kiss
For you and for me
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The crimson roses of night gardens bed
Their shadings of day breaking coming on
With the tinctures that nature did bled
For the flowers of wall shadows from sun
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Colonnades of glory
Thoughts of the whispering free
Unseen dimensional aurae
Of songs sweet melody
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Some yesterday's
recollections

where diurnal
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Do not struggle go with ease
Take it to some distance
Make it a curving form to please
With every word's space existence
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