In The Days Of Quietness Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the days of quietness
From memories confined wings
Within love of caress
And themes of gone strings
Where your beauty swift around
With its carefree flames
And some love was there found
In those eyes and names

Flowing cups of summer set
In the wantons of air
Where no passion had regret
Of being freely there
For the dance of liberty
Gave the roses of red
Some just for you and me
From bouquets garden bed

When we were young in grates
To now deep then bound
Or tangled in our debates
Those through years are found
Only tipple beauty to adjust
Within our voice steep
Like the flowering of August
In their morning sleep

In the days of young sweet
At summer tinting flowing
Everything seemed complete
And worthy in its knowing
When you were young as I
With new dreams to embrace
The boundless open blue sky
Of the many adored days