Peter S. Quinn


From Within Every Ongoing Weaving Dream - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

From within every ongoing weaving dream
Come the lofty motions through fulsome air
Something from inside tenderness will steer
From the continuing rivers of time's stream
Their drifting through the clouds of timeless time
Delivering their summer voyage and shade
That were revelations in beauties all made
With the golden wings of its rising prime

The reflective from the blossoming sight
We could behold in with our inner eyes
That flies free with every true fairy tale
Like a morning brightness of first dawn's flight
From the hope of tomorrow's purest skies
That to ordinary day has no avail

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 29, 2008



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