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  3797.     

The Dreams Are So Clear (From, Bob's Buttercups Songs)

Come to your senses and bring in your song
The s days are right for the right start of living
Anything that comes here still along
Worth every cent in the way it‘s giving
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

Every friendly town that you come to
Will be from heights’ of ongoing on
Something to give around and become true
Till it’s all here in its old time done
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

The rise of each fall and what you do long
Streams of the rivers of all going high
Summer of dreaming in bird’s ways tongue
Into the cast of the coming and the try
And the dreams are so clear in their foretell
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

The mornings are trying to have their saying
Given their time and taste to place
Everything is out in their new comer weighing
That was lost in times of their ways
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

Longings in the distance are giving their all
With every dream that they have found
Each in true knocking and to its own call
That comes here again around and around
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell

And every footstep going to whatever it takes
Making their dreaming all come again true
Where are the stakes that people up wakes?
When they become noticing the new
In the dreams that are clear of the knowing well
And bringing them inside its own kind of spell

Nothing is going forever into its own goodbye
Without a try of the fates that comes to your door
Rises of dreams in their low and their high
Something is always in a standing for a store
And dreams are so clear of the knowing well
It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  3798.     

The Dreams From Nowhere

The dreams from nowhere that come here around
In to the woe of the forgotten one
Each love from the deep never to be found
That comes to pour of feelings till gone
The minds that know nothing only dark sky
Of loneliness with passions to be
The liberties of eyes that still time try
Give their sense always set-off yet to see

Love that is from the heart and impression
Never to give up its searching touchstone
Like continuity in murk recess spark
Of each flowing thought and its digression
When moments come in to you much alone
The hours of dejection cynical cark
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  3799.     

The Dreams Of The Days – And Nights

All love is the handful of soul and earth
That comes to field in beginning summer
The day of every dream is love's all worth
The valid wishing star and true spring comer
The wide eyes of the sky know all of this
Each constellation of love's inner mood
The dreams of the days when sunshine shall kiss
And bring down to earth love's exotic food

The moon is for me - in its glowing night
To give me much dreamy light after sun
To bring up my wings to the unearthly flight
When my wonderings to the Milky Way run
Each day is my universe multiplying on
With evening and night - never in dreams gone
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  3800.     

The Dreams That Come So Sweet (From, Dried Flowers)

The dreams that comes so sweet away in each,
Like vessel of a day or golden dance;
And could there endure or make a sign to reach,
With side of its blossoms and circumstance.
Fearless among all these fields and meadows,
Conversing ground in a marvel nothing;
With shades if its colors in gone echoes,
Alters alone dreamscapes abandoning.
Inquiring dawn in the mortals of swans,
Worship of time that made abjuring sign;
Smoke that plundered rising tranquil aeons,
Addressed all in pulses by their outline.
The ships from shore meeting the destiny,
Sailing their dreams giving accompany.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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