Peter S. Quinn Poems

Embroidery of the forest
On to the fields of time
The wings of gray achiest
All in their grayness prime
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We are dream dream away
From our own yesterday
Every coming and giving
That we shape in our living
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She is so sexy
Like anew blossom of spring
Transparent in complexity
To her I'll my love sing
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Love is colorful
In its true simplicity
With its inside pull
Always more to be
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This is the peace tree
Of living life's fruit
In freedom of its free
Without wars intuit
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Like fields of time
Always renew
To the heights prime
Going here thru
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There is a sun that meets the night
In each freshly made coming day
When fresh thoughts go to flight
Turning upside and coming away
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Hours of the night in their deep
Sinuous on and always flowing
Fog bound rhythm speeding keep
Their onward footsteps going
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Dream dream away
But never give up your dreams
There shall come a sunshine day
With fresh river streams
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Flickering light - dream lights!
Reflections on the river of time
Blossoms of glow in the flights
Life of light in darkness lime
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