Peter S. Quinn


Ages Of Heartache - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is like night into solitude
Playing its ongoing rhythm of soul
Anything touching its hours dilute
Songs of roads with its rock n roll
Quick into the past of touching hour
Wavering weaves of its gone vast
Sweet of soul and memories flower
Gathered and touched in the past

All in a light that came full of grace
When night and stars went through
Plentiful treasures all in their ways
With views to the futures of new
Songs of the songs where love falls
Days in times of the new and gone
Plunged in love when passion calls
Carrying their wisdoms on and on

Love shall call you into its name
When halls of fame are in darkness
Ages of heartache scalded in flame
Into coming and meeting of fresh
Songs of the roads in passion's fire
Hours and epoch of futures dance
Nothing's the same in day's desire
Flowers of fall grace in their trance

All in a light that came full of grace
When night and stars went through
Plentiful treasures all in their ways
With views to the futures of new

Ages of heartache scalded in flame
Into coming and meeting of fresh
Songs of the roads in passion's fire
Hours and epoch of futures dance

Topic(s) of this poem: alone, days, heartache, life, love, past, songs of life, wisdom


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015



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