Peter S. Quinn Poems

I came from a dream world
Stirring the clock
And flickering the time,
The lights were on
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Light my heart,
With firers of words;
Give me a glow,
Of your poetic thirst.
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Sometime when dreams are gone,
And love has flown away;
When everything of joy is done,
The heart has nothing more to say.
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I clear now my thoughts for another vision,
That leads me in dreams and into the night;
It is sharp and clear, and with a precision:
An illumination like a struck down light.
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There is a time
For all affection,
There is a way
For each direction.
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Will there ever be a moment to weep,
Our thoughts lost in space?
For I have loved you immensely deep,
But then came fate’s turning ways.
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I am bound to you for evermore,
My summer sweet and fair;
Your beauty always I adore,
When songs of birds are in the air.
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I shall not forget your song,
You who paint with words;
A poem that comes along,
Like those little summer birds.
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In the garden,
There is this tree
With a thrush in.
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She is the lady of sunshine,
She is the lady of blue;
And with her you either feel fine,
Or you heart is alone with you.
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