But Still The Sweets Of River Comes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

But Still The Sweets Of River Comes



Oh time is like the windy breeze
Of many brooks and rivers
The water curving that one sees
And always freshly delivers
Bells that ring between death and life
And gives its hope in swinging
For everything we must strife
That is here worth in bringing

Confusing times are all ahead
With dreams that someone found
Ringing bells and colors bled
Where weed sprang all around
For echoes through are in a bliss
Of blanked thoughts that now's here
It gave wisdom its last kiss
By being the square of nowhere

But still the sweets of river comes
For nothing holds water away
And with its tears chords strums
The lights of the new dawn’s day
The aliens’ spears will never hit
True fire that comes to win
There is still in the clouds wit
That through these times will spin

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