Tones Of Mystic (To A Friend) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have played on white raven's golden harp
With the strings of the icy crystals glow
From the glaciers of the northern light snow
Tones of the arctic in moon dance warp
Blue to blue beams in their traveling lights
Into the dim oceans of unknown dreams
Seen some the feathers of Pegasus flights
And sighted the twinkling of wishing stars reams

Felt all the emotion in my own heart
Where pleasures were given to come alive
In endless weaving of tomorrow's dawn
Tones of mystic that never depart
Are the true filling and the inside drive
When later on - to chariots of fire I'm drawn