The Music Factory

The Music Factory
Originally uploaded by Peter S. Quinn

#12

Moon of love's longings is springtime away
The seaweed from the oceans of times light
Secret clarity of the ongoing night
When the new opens through to make a day
When winters journey will end with stars and ice
And bring to the air the fragrances new
That comes with morning of clearances through
As tomorrow gives peek into blue skies
O hear days are chanting infinity's glow
Through the rivers of time in the making
And melting away the wintry cold snow
That the feelings of moody were aching
Carnations of shine with shadows falling
For now is the spring of tomorrow calling

#11

Like a far off love that becomes a day
Because the outlook are right to fulfill
Every dream that is waiting inside still
When the moments are asleep and away
The love song that is like drops of anguish
Wavering tones in together cleft
For heart that's still or in beating´s bereft
And longs only love in its conquering wish
The seconds that leach in distance nearest
Will dissolve like silhouette beautiful dreams
And come to love that is closest and dearest
When off in deep of wonderment it seems
Feeling the hour that wholly is asking
How it can become a moment of tasking

#10

Love is like a kiss to bleak loneliness
Feeling of emotions running through to give
Following that track to be born and live
Each of your daybreak of closest caress
That comes from within to bring to the out
So much of roots that have grown from in there
Flowing like a song for you to fill with care
All that's like water in the tides about
Summer and autumns will carry its shade
Fill each effort with its current waves
For you only its gems stones are made
To bring in to its goodbye a heart that craves
So much of you that make every bloom
In our together roots that never should doom

#9

There is a reason to give and to go
All of the temptations of every each
The fingers that smoothly feeling will teach
And give every touch their intimate first glow
Every reason beyond in the new flow
That comes like an echo of clouds breeze blow
The roots of the morning that to your reach
Colors your ways and some shades bleach
Little words sending into the found heart
Like flames that do flicker before they're lost
Each the gusting on flowing with their rampart
The memories twisted inside and tossed
Each the future of hope that comes here still
Moments of luck the hours thereon fulfill

#8

Come here into the night of distances Farwell
The seraphs are trooping on and on all there
In its long forgotten road of its many foretell
The moments they come and go in their blare
Clouds of many moods the kisses beyond
With the whimpering footsteps that you see
Stopping of the rivers that flowed on and donned
Into mystic of the everlasting deep sea
Where have you been in your wandering days?
What have you seen with these flowing dim eyes?
The night is so different in its many ways
Unseen to the most what in outset there lies
Roads are going forth for the travels to go
Into other moments - another row!

#7

Night after night there's time going somewhere
With eyes close I see darkness there within
Craving something of its variable own kin
Beautiful sights going sometime to its own sphere
With the whole thing distant still in its blear
Life that was and now's lost into twilights spin
Flowers all closed of deep empty and sin
Sowing its kernels born from the dark near
More than water going lighter and lighter
Seeking their way of uncertain flora
Like the gust of few moments going by
Lying in the likeness turning inside tighter
The ongoing streaming in the veins aura
Enigmatic ways through the endless sky

#6

Rain drops falling softly onto untruth
Wandering ways of every occasion
And bring in the flowing forward's spring youth
Take out and sweep every old abrasion
Water keeps still exquisite moments bounds
That soon will find the vaults and they divide
To have again the flowing occurring grounds
Which begun to rise with the in coming tide
Every outline is together for always
In deep dark clouds or the empty vast sky
Of which its one is looking to amaze
Bring their freshness to the splendid new rye
Have not the fair for a month of Sundays
Inside of each growth are withering ways

#5

Each the color garden summer of bloom
Crossing the way to the serene of blue
Up to the sky and there drifting in new
Cloudlet moments that come airway with room
Roots of your beat - in the giving vacuum
Everything that is from inside and through
Fulfilled minutes tender flickers the new
Softly and smooth like the skin of your womb
Roses so red and the pinkly yellow on
Summer forest sunshine our dream beyond
Every spurring instant - not to be done
Footsteps from the night soon to be dawned
Love like a butterfly that to sky wings
Eternally on - in the heart there sings

#4

The new born day comes from a sleeping night,
That lifts its face and gives a song to sing;
With voice from woods that wakes and brings the light,
From the failing shadows rising dawn will bring.
A torn heart knows almost if love is true,
And if something from there's breaching or lost;
The dreams gone far away into the blue,
Like sky stars in dim that have crisscrossed.
Autumn flowers to seed will go and die,
Bleach the colors to pale yellow and red;
Like hours obscure will rise again and fly,
So will true love be brought up from the dead.
Vagrant passages hidden by the darkness,
To life convert again - aroma first fresh.

#3

Forest of my heart are the flowers spring,
From the seeds of love and pure ashen;
Like a bird of wildness he comes to sing,
All the songs he knows of true compassion.
Covered by the clouds and dreams far away,
From the forest of the evening in blue gown;
When the twilight comes and dance from the day,
And through the night of stars until new dawn.
Waking in the hours with above glow stars,
Tinkling their light from the distance beyond;
All the feelings from the inside that are ours,
Nowhere from the outside rise to respond.
Everything is within from true love to give,
Find out the ways to go much further and live.

#2

Remember the way of the heart and air,
Rain must fall to keep the aromas going;
Time is of stream and the feelings to care,
Both together like the water glowing.
Love is the gifts from earth to your giving,
Seeds to grow high and then flower again;
Every true way worth of your own living,
Nothing from there is sown then in a vain.
Bouquets to be picked up loved more to trust,
Everything to hold on flowers of gold;
Feelings of ways that must return to dust,
Nothing of earth you can keep on or hold.
Water flowing - never for long it'll wait,
Give drops of it's river - more to create.

#1

Love so sweet of summer gone to yesterday,
The passion of air in the deep fragrance;
Sorrow and rage not there to give or say,
Only the true heart that forever abundance!
Quickly over each the tender fires are,
Pointed the way to the love in your soul;
Daybreak in the morning or some cloud afar,
All which is love you can't reach or have control.
Because the day again goes to dark night,
And everything gives something that's of worth;
Declare itself through thorns and heart full of insight,
Slashing around its love from seed to birth.
Conquer each truth from the feelings that hide,
The routs and the maps come through the inside.