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Poems By Poet Peter S. Quinn  10/24/2014 3:27:14 PM
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  1357.     

Dreamsong (From, The Barka Lyrics - II)

Roads are endless
Going on and on
Bringing together the landscape
That the morning gives
To the edge of time
Like the flowers
That from seeds will come
Endless nights from the evening
To the twilight of new day

I have a walk
Every hour
Before I awake

From the stars
That surrounds me in the dim
With the dreams that are to come
Like a road into time
From nowhere
I am going further
Then I knew from yesterday
Reaching the top
Till I fall again

So much still out there
Not entirely known

I will try every night
To find this path again
To be more secure
And fill tomorrow with it
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1358.     

Dreamy Sky

Dreamy sky
Above branching tree
Were fantasies lie
And thoughts are free
Where clouds are flowing
Drifting on thru
And our dreams are going
Someone else to

Dreamy earth
Around beds of flowers
In tide’s new birth
Between rainy showers
When winter is gone
Summer is beginning
As the breeze carries on
Endlessly singing

Dreamy glow
In the curving river
Were once was snow
Now water shall deliver
On and on to all
Fresh and giving stream
As the birds call
And continue to dream
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1359.     

Dreamy Way Love

Love is the dreamy way
Conquering heart to a cloud
Sun rising meeting the day
Loneliness among the crowd

Every day in its own surprising
Flames of an underlying desire
When day is in its uprising
As dawn comes in with its fire

You and I in our ordinary play
Inspiring the tones of destiny
All that is here in its own stay
Coming and always will be free

Manifold blossoms of bright
Destiny beats of moment’s flow
The stars they’re twinkling in night
Its entire bright majestically glow

Feelings touching on endless sea
Rivers of time still on playing
You and our love for eternity
When nothing else is here staying

Feelings of the good quality inside
Something to find and to grow
Through every reminiscences glide
Fast on its approach and slow
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1360.     

Drift Glow (from, MySpace)

Drift glow
Drift glow
As white as snow
Into the openness
Of bright sky heaven fresh

Mighty in its blue
Into going and renew
Drift glow
White as snow

I hear the birds singing
Outside - in a tree
Wonderful tones bringing
Up and down the scale free
Love songs for their nest
And hope to come and see
When with young it's blessed
And cared for compassionately

Drift glow
Drift glow
As white as snow
Into the openness
Of space and clear enmesh

Something to come here through
When tomorrow is up to do
Drift glow
White as snow

In with its many days singing
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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