Peter S. Quinn

Sonnet 194, Wishful You Wishful I - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Wishful you wishful I and wishful thinking,
I had a dream last night and without knowing;
Can I touch it can I smell, without linking?
For my wish from the dreaming is all going.
Dawn of day is here coming and it's growing,
I can hear it right now, the birds are singing:
Colourful coloratura they're flowing,
And in sunshine from the sky they are bringing.

Oh what a lovely day it's going to be,
With the freshest new winds clearing the sky,
And running all wild and running all high;
From top of mountains through leaves of each tree,
Full of colours and tempers, and the sound!
Which my body now enjoys what it found.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011

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