Communicating People (To Tori Amos) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The mountain of blue sky and flying birds,
This is something for the climbers to reach their goal;
There is this beautiful morning
That steps inside my dream
And I take a fly to the left and to the right,
A morning full of whispers a morning full of silence.

Ha communicating people,
Reaching your wings into the sky;
Communicating people,
Have you come to say how much you love the world?

Dark eyed horses dwelling
Inside the green colored forest,
I wait for you to come out
To take my ride again,
This is something for the dreamers to reach their goal;
There is this beautiful morning,
Full of changing colors.

Oh dear don't ever try this out at home
You could disturb the neighbors,
This is something for the gray minded monotonous to reach their goal;
There is this beautiful morning,
Of monotonous rousing.

And I try to phone and I try to phone
You,
But you aren't answering.
Have you gone to say how much you love the world?
Have you gone to say how much you love the world?