It's Only Us (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It's Only Us -
No one else there too,
Two spirits fathomless
Contrasting and accrue;
The thoughts we say -
With all the songs therein,
From true minds play
In a thoroughly interspin.

It's only you -
With the songs to sing,
From within the new
And the onward spring;
They are the tones -
From guitar and piano,
The musings birthstones
The voice gives airflow.

It's only me -
With poems I grow,
From Pegasus free
In the breeze they go;
They are the words
From a heart and soul,
They fly on like birds
With seeds and stems goal.