Give Me Joyful Bliss Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Happy happy mood
Give me wings to sing
My tempers have blued
Into a melancholy string
The end of summer’s day
Are in my yearnings still
And allow a cord to play
What memories did spill

I'd like to be so blissful
And find the road I’ve lost
I feel as the hours are dull
And into gloomy tossed
A rosebud has died today
In a garden of summer’s bed
Like colors return to gray
When its bouquets have bled

Give me joyful bliss
With happy clouds going by
So I may return to this
What made my cerulean sky
With laugher in my eyes
Cheering the hours on
And colors of spring new dyes
That now seems lost and gone