Summer Fields
I dreamt of the days in the summer fields
With plenty of everything woven to all
Each dream that tomorrow in heart there yields
Before there comes murkiness with the fall
Each song that fervor was dear to employ
Inquiring dawn’s after each twilight
Those feelings that days and reality destroy
When there are no wishing stars falling at night
The squall is at ease that the evening gave
With songs to remember each love from you
And now I am here in my loneliness crave
What went out like blossoms out to the blue?
If again we shall meet and come to understand
It shall be in futures today can’t command
– Peter S Quinn
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