Through The Hill (From 'Meet The Moments') Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Through the hill
And the faraway
Where days come to fulfill
Everything in time's play
To the dawn
That is rising
Going on and on
In shadows dancing
Where we once were together
Finding clearances of day
And our heart streamed in sunlight
That was once more on its way

Through the hill
Of our longings
Where the sightings are still
In the deep earth strings
And our ways is gone
To the faraway clear
Every dream that was one
And once close and near
Give us love to the evening
Give us hot spring again
Every dream that we sing
And is not here in vain

Love that is and to be
With free wills of the time
Coming closer and free
In this cold winter rime
Through the hill
And the faraway
Where days come to fulfill
Everything in time's play
To the dawn
That is rising
Going on and on