Peter S. Quinn Poems

Sudden heavy fall through the time doorways
With rooms full of noise and of snapping sparks
Tone colors of the full orchestra plays
In to the grindings of tomorrow arks
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Flowers of the young new seeds they must grow
Sowing on the fields of tomorrow's daybreak
Each in their own from the morning will glow
That from your footsteps of beams you will wake
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I have dreamt every dream to come true
With the love songs that are coming once more
Every hour to be here by with you
Evolving each new word what those dreams are
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O children of the sea and deep water
Your eye stones are like moons on a glow
Where are now the clouds drifting sky's daughter
With sunshine melting footsteps in the snow
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World is a bolt of inside lightening
Stony towers of explode thunder falls
Possible truths in silences heightening
After prime summer has left with its calls
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We are the dusk of long gone yesterdays
Just like the stars afar burning dim beams
Moods of days that to the evening plays
Rivers of thoughts that to the oceans streams
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We should always speak Love - to make its way
For nothing can come that you don't prepare
A light will not come if there is no day
Or fire to bring - and the dark away snare
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Give me your dream right now
I have missed it so much
Because fallible I am somehow
Feelings like stars out of touch
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Distinguish between loves that we found
With touches to share in drizzles concourse
Purposes fill every thought around
The way and the whole mean of living force
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Drizzles of time the thoughts we have here sown
Interminable with its feather touches
Through futures of circles and sky blown
With each their means and too many clutches
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