Windmill Of True Colors Poem by Peter S. Quinn

As we dream away
The night is dark singing
Onto the coming day
Of colors true bringing
And every hope's a try
Of flowers flicker flame
To open up the sky
And never be the same

O love you give me still
True dreams to find
And older gone to fulfill
Those on days behind
Of hearts pondering deep
Infinite of its feel
Those flowers to keep
So amazing and unreal

O faraway light hours
Of rising new dawn
Your golden spurs flowers
Of sunshine gleam gown
Your surprise new light
When day’s touching earth
So beautiful at sight
And every minute’s worth

O love you give me still
True dreams to find
And older gone to fulfill
Those on days behind
Those rosy red fades
Of horizon evening line
All heaven’s in its shades
Of sun and its sunshine

As we dream away
The night is dark singing
Onto the coming day
Of colors true bringing
And stars in fading play
Of faraway in deep
Their flickers never stay
Their shine we can’t keep


O faraway light hours
Of rising new dawn
Your golden spurs flowers
Of sunshine gleam gown
Each moment is a treasure
Of colors intimate show
So much in life pleasure
Is made from this glow