My Song

My song is a wonderful sight
Into the darkness I know
Turning on flowers so bright
With every wing of its go

I was a daydream of yesterdays
Filling the woes so endlessly
Surrounded by winter fall's gray
Being just me there and quite free

Love is a hurt and my mistress
Introduced to that I thought right
Swing in its moods and caress
Showing me darkness and light

Roses of fallen heart-shape
Burning to sleep in my breast
Either sweet blossoms or grape
Evening of thoughts to adjust

Daydreams so much for autumn
Everything turning in shade
Bleak flickers of tincturing strum
With every old redden made

Turning gardens to love cries
Making my heart become alone
Saying its summer goodbyes
With ashen in its wintery tone

Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2009-10-13 at 07:07

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Here Is To This Day
by Peter S. Quinn