In Memory Of Past Summers (From, Akhenaton, Iii) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In Memory Of Past Summers (From, Akhenaton, Iii)



I

If time stood still
For dreams and thoughts,
We never would succeed;
They are to fulfill
What wish has brought,
The living way, a creed.

We have no time
For sorrow's pain,
That drifts here anyway;
Young in their prime,
Seeking in vain
And gone the coming day.

All learn to know
And build on hope
That never perhaps was,
It vanishes and goes;
Life loses rope,
All dreams away then pass.

II

We will get by with our love and our dreams,
There is no reason to think otherwise;
Playing along with hearts or so it seems,
All what we do is love in a disguise.
One time we are rough the other we are smooth,
Feelings through errors and a turning trial;
Everything so simple and plain in its truth,
No hurts or disappointments for a while.
Then it happens, as clouded rainy days,
Gray mornings come back again here;
Dark sided corners and fate turning ways,
Never clearly seen but always too near.
What is the truth in all what has been done?
With memories fading and the present soon gone.

III

There is a wish in everything
And dreams they often come true,
But how to keep them,
Who knows how?
This is all up to me and you.

Remember this when days go by
And memories are here,
We know how we all did try
And gained just another year.

There is a wish in everything
And to have dreams to build on,
We must keep wishes
Clean and clear,
Before each of them is gone.

Hope is like - opening clear sky,
With colors and true flair's;
And like it - has the clouds that fly,
And sometimes shedders tears.

Remember this for it is so,
As your life goes you will know.

IV

Close your eyes and find the moon,
It's coming to you full of closeness;
The ripeness of roots eager and fresh,
It's coming through the soil soon.

All old is new or into oblivion gone,
Dried out in obstacles and prunes;
What is left is knot less and done,
For voices are chanting different tunes.

Tomorrow sails ahead of dreams,
That we found in footsteps long ago;
And time is the ever evolving stream,
The starry nights those eternally glow.

So are the moon and the owl of wisdom,
Beholder you see what in your eyes bloom.

V

The arrow you sent,
I'll give it back
With more meanings.

If truth be found
In your heart full of secrets
You gave me
With warm feelings.

The depth of the sky
Does not know these feelings,
But I alone
When I learn to open
Your palm.

Its love,
Perhaps blind in rosy colors;
For feelings,
Quiver their shades.

VI

I'm not going to be won over,
A poem is a poem
To me;
With words that color my mind,
It's poetry soft and sweet
To me.
It's poetry sad that bleeds
And no one can stop it
From reaching my soul,
Freshness is not due to time
Or words that rime;
But to the concept of mind,
And so is poetry
It sets emotions free.
The closeness of an open heart
Which from words they speak,
To give a courage to weak;
And poetry I give all this,
For that is what the concept is,
The free and unhindered way
That emotion alone could lay.

VII

Be dreamy and remember
Summer flowers
And the early morning dew,
When dawn
Bears its lonely hours
Just alone with you.

Remember the blue light
That came with first gleam
Of daybreak,
The morning bright
After a night dream
Close to you.

Be dreamy and remember
Feelings you once bore,
For they were true
Inside there,
In your remembrance
Of all you had
Close to you.

Like the tones
That fades away,
The sound
Becomes unclear,
The melody
You once played,
Alone with you
And near.

VIII

Oh shade away you fading rose,
For summer now is done;
I gladly accepted your color dose,
But now your shades are gone.

Like yesterdays in memories
Are all you greenish leaves?
And so are all the blooming trees
In autumn one now grieves.

The yellow color you give me
Is for this times occasion,
Rest your beauty in fades of thee
Until new spring of season.

I'll wait and have your joy once more,
When days are bright and clear;
To see you bloom on bedding floor,
Once more to have you near.

Oh fade away my dearly bloom
I'll see you again next year,
When once more becomes your groom:
The summer we both will share.

IX

When death comes
With face full of sorrow,
In the morning when the sky is blue;
In the dawn before day,
It will not make you suffer.

When death comes
Unclear into the night,
It is lonely like a full moon:
Pale and blue,
Hidden behind darkly clouds
Which passes by.

When death comes
And you mourn what time
Has given you of hopes,
There are shadows
Full of mirage,
You did not see before
Or ever since.

When death comes
With white cloth to hide your sorrow.

X

So soft
Your lust for life,
The air
Of your deep soul,
Trust has a meaning
In life.

Forgiveness
Has no meaning,
If there is no
Complete trust.

Your skin,
Your hair,
Your everything;
Like the ground
I walk on,
Like the water
I drink.

I love you,
It is not enough
To say these words,
Because experiencing them
Is all.

So soft
Your lust for life,
Difficult breathing
Throughout our entire lives.

XI

I'm the voice of my heart,
Through me my love will be:
The first, the end, and the start,
Whatever I fail not to see.

The moments I have are frail,
Each gone by another day;
Love is my hope and my style,
Until I go back my way.

Bear with me mighty and weak,
Those who'll speak and will not;
We have resemblance to seek,
Keep at the hope you've got. }€x ˇ

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