Seashells Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Seashells so faraway
Like inside of yesterday
The drifting times going by
Each tide low and high
Ongoing waters of deep
Like hours you can not keep
Dew on the awoken leaves
Sad flowers of the bereaves

Longings of my heart
With hope distances apart
Someone who brought trust
When hours where hard to adjust
Everything that's going
Rivers never return in flowing
Blueberries hills afar
Each of the twinkling stars

How your love's inside
Each of life's footsteps you bide
Nothing when there's too much
Heart of its feeling and touch
You always - you with me
Threads that we can not see
Shadowy streets we walk on
Each our dream that has shone


(Inspiration: Seashell by Federico García Lorca, To Natalita Jiménez)