<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:55:21.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The River Sings On</title><subtitle type='html'>Poems To The Future.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-116070990729034138</id><published>2006-10-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:25:07.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Will Come To Stay</title><content type='html'>Days are going one by one&lt;br /&gt;To the past - in a haste&lt;br /&gt;Before you know they are all gone&lt;br /&gt;And your life brought to a waste&lt;br /&gt;Time has never been won&lt;br /&gt;Like a sunbeam - how it flies&lt;br /&gt;All of today will be abandon&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stand in anywise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning to share yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Determined to be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Mirror's reality turning ways&lt;br /&gt;Futures not for long convoyed&lt;br /&gt;Finding a meaning in the days&lt;br /&gt;As they go through to an end&lt;br /&gt;To and fro their interlude plays&lt;br /&gt;Some we will truly apprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New will become soon too old&lt;br /&gt;Everything is taken away&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of a circustent to hold&lt;br /&gt;Just as it must go today&lt;br /&gt;Invent some invigorating to begin&lt;br /&gt;A thought that'll applique&lt;br /&gt;Before it's there time will unpin&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will come to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-116070990729034138?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/116070990729034138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=116070990729034138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/116070990729034138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/116070990729034138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-will-come-to-stay.html' title='Nothing Will Come To Stay'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-115930292397699223</id><published>2006-09-26T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:35:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere is Somewhere</title><content type='html'>There is a song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For each day that comes new&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of love for a start&lt;br /&gt;For the both of me and you&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere is somewhere between&lt;br /&gt;Together for love always&lt;br /&gt;Something of touch that can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;Morning and coming days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have the freshest to give&lt;br /&gt;Every sense that we know now of&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for love now to live&lt;br /&gt;All the days and the sky here above&lt;br /&gt;Bring to love every reason you know&lt;br /&gt;Give every joy to the moments that are&lt;br /&gt;Now the winter will come with snow&lt;br /&gt;And more glow will be in every star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere is somewhere between&lt;br /&gt;Together for love always&lt;br /&gt;Something of touch that can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;Morning and coming days&lt;br /&gt;Bring every way to the time that's here&lt;br /&gt;Give every joy to the moments now&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and senses are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And we will manage them somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All has been said and done for sure&lt;br /&gt;And there is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;Our love is the best way to cure&lt;br /&gt;What has gone lost on our track&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes after a while&lt;br /&gt;With reasons and feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;Just give it your plentiful smile&lt;br /&gt;And all things that are good will abide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere is somewhere between&lt;br /&gt;Together for love always&lt;br /&gt;Something of touch that can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;Morning and coming days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-115930292397699223?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115930292397699223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=115930292397699223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115930292397699223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115930292397699223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/09/nowhere-is-somewhere.html' title='Nowhere is Somewhere'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-115202153625117250</id><published>2006-07-04T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:39:47.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Comes Love Goes</title><content type='html'>Love comes love goes,&lt;br /&gt;Slow or fast it moves;&lt;br /&gt;Like rain or wind blows,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere at once.&lt;br /&gt;Love is like this too,&lt;br /&gt;With each truth or lie;&lt;br /&gt;Eager itself to renew,&lt;br /&gt;Lover's ground and high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion moves with feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Gives or takes it all;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is all there is,&lt;br /&gt;It makes its own call.&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of earth to grow,&lt;br /&gt;With the ways of life;&lt;br /&gt;Fast or coming slow,&lt;br /&gt;With a purposes to strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the flowers on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful in its thought;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful of its worth,&lt;br /&gt;To new stories brought.&lt;br /&gt;Give your fruit or take,&lt;br /&gt;With a purpose in mind;&lt;br /&gt;Full of notions to awake,&lt;br /&gt;Each of every new kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes love goes,&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds each day;&lt;br /&gt;In memories it glows,&lt;br /&gt;And in the hearts it'll play.&lt;br /&gt;You and I together now,&lt;br /&gt;Break  away to the sky;&lt;br /&gt;With the breeze in our brow,&lt;br /&gt;Going low down or high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always going free,&lt;br /&gt;To dawn the early morn;&lt;br /&gt;Summer will come to be,&lt;br /&gt;With the seeds and the corn.&lt;br /&gt;Give your fruits or take,&lt;br /&gt;With a purpose in mind;&lt;br /&gt;Full of notions to awake,&lt;br /&gt;Each of every new kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-115202153625117250?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115202153625117250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=115202153625117250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115202153625117250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115202153625117250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-comes-love-goes.html' title='Love Comes Love Goes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-115154805123936457</id><published>2006-06-28T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:27:31.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Sweet Night</title><content type='html'>My darling sweet night,&lt;br /&gt;So silent and still;&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts lost in flight,&lt;br /&gt;And dreams to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars faraway,&lt;br /&gt;There sleeping in yonder;&lt;br /&gt;Till dawn comes to play,&lt;br /&gt;And life begins to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of each meeting,&lt;br /&gt;Before closing eyes;&lt;br /&gt;And wisdom elves treating,&lt;br /&gt;As the fairytime flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wings of the sounds,&lt;br /&gt;Flying through your dreams;&lt;br /&gt;And in the day hounds,&lt;br /&gt;With yearning and redeems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-115154805123936457?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115154805123936457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=115154805123936457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115154805123936457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115154805123936457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-darling-sweet-night.html' title='My Darling Sweet Night'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-115154800884986006</id><published>2006-06-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:26:48.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetness of First Meeting</title><content type='html'>The sweetness of first meeting,&lt;br /&gt;Like the breeze in the trees;&lt;br /&gt;The freshness of summer greeting,&lt;br /&gt;The soul of the being frees.&lt;br /&gt;Like the rays of the evening sun,&lt;br /&gt;With slumbering red and yellow;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of minutes now gone,&lt;br /&gt;With the last of the twilight's glow.&lt;br /&gt;You and I resounding seconds,&lt;br /&gt;The feelings all deep inside;&lt;br /&gt;The night in the green woodlands,&lt;br /&gt;Each wonder our dreams now hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-115154800884986006?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115154800884986006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=115154800884986006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115154800884986006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/115154800884986006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweetness-of-first-meeting.html' title='The Sweetness of First Meeting'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951721128150166</id><published>2006-06-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T07:20:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;Hours that overflow&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say,&lt;br /&gt;No words will give&lt;br /&gt;Another bright day,&lt;br /&gt;In futures to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be happy&lt;br /&gt;With what we have got,&lt;br /&gt;Though times get snappy&lt;br /&gt;For what they are not;&lt;br /&gt;Bright sides and bluebirds&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's spring,&lt;br /&gt;On and on new flirts&lt;br /&gt;As tender hearts sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;Where wonders meets eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Our time passes by&lt;br /&gt;And futures new lies;&lt;br /&gt;Just a step here beyond&lt;br /&gt;Oh blow wind oh blow,&lt;br /&gt;No earth is there bond&lt;br /&gt;Only colors of glow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951721128150166?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951721128150166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951721128150166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951721128150166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951721128150166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/over-rainbow.html' title='Over The Rainbow'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951524025815835</id><published>2006-06-05T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:48:56.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Been For Another</title><content type='html'>Be mine tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;When skies are clear and new;&lt;br /&gt;Be mine to borrow,&lt;br /&gt;When hours are dawn in dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few steps away,&lt;br /&gt;When love is beside me;&lt;br /&gt;And again comes a day,&lt;br /&gt;With footsteps silent and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many treasurers,&lt;br /&gt;So many new hours;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the known pleasures,&lt;br /&gt;Among the lawn flowers.&lt;br /&gt;You and I for always,&lt;br /&gt;Till night of evening comes;&lt;br /&gt;And darker get the rays,&lt;br /&gt;The pedicel and the blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Never been for another;&lt;br /&gt;From the very start,&lt;br /&gt;Like a sister or a brother.&lt;br /&gt;You have shown life complete,&lt;br /&gt;With what is between us;&lt;br /&gt;Every going treat,&lt;br /&gt;That moments away rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my iris,&lt;br /&gt;And flowers of the dawn;&lt;br /&gt;Every truth becomes from wish,&lt;br /&gt;And from what love is drawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951524025815835?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951524025815835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951524025815835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951524025815835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951524025815835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/never-been-for-another.html' title='Never Been For Another'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951466874608927</id><published>2006-06-05T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:37:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Love Song</title><content type='html'>Just another love song to you,&lt;br /&gt;With all the pretty words and music;&lt;br /&gt;Something that came sweet and true,&lt;br /&gt;Like new day's dawn flickery flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so lonesome sweet and blue,&lt;br /&gt;With your eyes so sad in tears;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would play this to you,&lt;br /&gt;Just to show there's someone who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another love song to renew,&lt;br /&gt;For old love goes away and is no more;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will grow and become through,&lt;br /&gt;And in a while we don't know what it's for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant for love to continue,&lt;br /&gt;With all its aromatic and acidic's,&lt;br /&gt;The road was never clear whereunto,&lt;br /&gt;In this world of colorful chromosomics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951466874608927?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951466874608927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951466874608927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951466874608927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951466874608927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-another-love-song.html' title='Just Another Love Song'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951385753270781</id><published>2006-06-05T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:24:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Dreams Fly Away</title><content type='html'>For you no dreams fly away,&lt;br /&gt;For you over clouds in blue;&lt;br /&gt;Each love's a feeling to play,&lt;br /&gt;What becomes true or untrue.&lt;br /&gt;The nights are what days are not for,&lt;br /&gt;Of something that's more of and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you I will give everything,&lt;br /&gt;To you every pleasure I find;&lt;br /&gt;Inside is a song that will sing,&lt;br /&gt;Like a day that in morn will shine.&lt;br /&gt;The nights are what days are not for,&lt;br /&gt;Of something that's more of and more.&lt;br /&gt;To give and adore - the taken promisor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951385753270781?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951385753270781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951385753270781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951385753270781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951385753270781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-dreams-fly-away.html' title='No Dreams Fly Away'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951346410748566</id><published>2006-06-05T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:17:44.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Full of Love</title><content type='html'>A heart full of love,&lt;br /&gt;Yet still unharmed it stands;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like clouds above,&lt;br /&gt;Through dreams borderlands.&lt;br /&gt;Crocked with age and done,&lt;br /&gt;All has been said before;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Within either peace or war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments unravished over,&lt;br /&gt;Bull's pizzle and lion twins;&lt;br /&gt;Top puffed feather flopover,&lt;br /&gt;Your old and new whiter sins.&lt;br /&gt;Giving the flaws of the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Proving it's worth of telling;&lt;br /&gt;Through each of its chinned,&lt;br /&gt;And sayings worth excelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones in my pockets,&lt;br /&gt;Shall dazzle yours to shine;&lt;br /&gt;Unlock old heart's lockets,&lt;br /&gt;Open it's ways and coastline.&lt;br /&gt;True to a weathering desert,&lt;br /&gt;Prayers with a lewd smile;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is within braggart,&lt;br /&gt;After it's been here a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951346410748566?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951346410748566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951346410748566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951346410748566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951346410748566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/heart-full-of-love.html' title='A Heart Full of Love'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951304153816909</id><published>2006-06-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:10:41.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song</title><content type='html'>Love by the seaside,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go there's love you know;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that are right,&lt;br /&gt;Ease and prediction of your flow.&lt;br /&gt;Swinging in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Going to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Moving fast and slow;&lt;br /&gt;Losing wings at fight,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from hunting eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Being for real free;&lt;br /&gt;Truth and no more lies,&lt;br /&gt;All what inside might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All what you give in a dream,&lt;br /&gt;From there on inside grow;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere in a thought seem,&lt;br /&gt;Moving on fast or slow.&lt;br /&gt;All what you love to give,&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams fulfilled to live,&lt;br /&gt;Futures that all foretells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love by the seaside,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go there's this sweet love;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows from deep hide,&lt;br /&gt;Clouds that into mist will grow.&lt;br /&gt;Swinging in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Going to somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951304153816909?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951304153816909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951304153816909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951304153816909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951304153816909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-song.html' title='A Love Song'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951256798404871</id><published>2006-06-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:02:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Blue Evening</title><content type='html'>In the blue evening,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dance;&lt;br /&gt;Stars like pearls - string,&lt;br /&gt;At their firstborn glance.&lt;br /&gt;The nightingale sang,&lt;br /&gt;With a colorful tune;&lt;br /&gt;As shadows wide sprang,&lt;br /&gt;Into darkish afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the evenings end,&lt;br /&gt;Orange colors of ray;&lt;br /&gt;With the blue did amend,&lt;br /&gt;As night opened its gateway.&lt;br /&gt;The vivid morn will come,&lt;br /&gt;With the voices of dawn;&lt;br /&gt;At freshness and lightsome,&lt;br /&gt;It's fingers again spawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on love of a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Where night stars recall;&lt;br /&gt;Their dreaming flowchart,&lt;br /&gt;In a distance con frontal.&lt;br /&gt;Turn on colors of love,&lt;br /&gt;Like the lights faraway;&lt;br /&gt;They glow and twinkle above,&lt;br /&gt;Till again there's new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951256798404871?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951256798404871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951256798404871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951256798404871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951256798404871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-blue-evening.html' title='In The Blue Evening'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114951210808225445</id><published>2006-06-05T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T05:55:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>Someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;That comes and then goes;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the old truth,&lt;br /&gt;What everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;Like you are to me,&lt;br /&gt;With what we shall find;&lt;br /&gt;Big affair together to be,&lt;br /&gt;Love and sayings - combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will we please,&lt;br /&gt;For we cannot forget;&lt;br /&gt;See further than the tress,&lt;br /&gt;We come to regret.&lt;br /&gt;To make up ones mind,&lt;br /&gt;In each new decision;&lt;br /&gt;Or carry on more blind,&lt;br /&gt;In each turning envision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that gives,&lt;br /&gt;From what he might hold;&lt;br /&gt;Outgrows enchanting captives,&lt;br /&gt;They trust in blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;Be of nothing too certain,&lt;br /&gt;In each and every affair;&lt;br /&gt;You won't miss the abjection,&lt;br /&gt;That comes with each year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114951210808225445?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114951210808225445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114951210808225445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951210808225445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114951210808225445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone Like You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114882792924674721</id><published>2006-05-28T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T07:52:09.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>Summertime&lt;br /&gt;Down the streets and lanes,&lt;br /&gt;Birds are singing&lt;br /&gt;Through the prairies and planes.&lt;br /&gt;Good times back bringing,&lt;br /&gt;Now the winter is gone&lt;br /&gt;And frosty snow and ice.&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the sun&lt;br /&gt;With bluish summer skies,&lt;br /&gt;Breath of spring is divine -&lt;br /&gt;That sweet breezing melody,&lt;br /&gt;Smoothly to realign&lt;br /&gt;Carefree life and easy.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to worry about,&lt;br /&gt;Only the morning new;&lt;br /&gt;When night and dark fades out,&lt;br /&gt;For joyful things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114882792924674721?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114882792924674721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114882792924674721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114882792924674721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114882792924674721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114828899109526789</id><published>2006-05-22T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:09:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All or Nothing at All</title><content type='html'>All or nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;Is all I make of this;&lt;br /&gt;Take a stand or a fall,&lt;br /&gt;Into a future kind of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather have nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Appeal to your heart;&lt;br /&gt;What wrong or right will bring,&lt;br /&gt;From very first start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come find or be lost,&lt;br /&gt;From the things you seek;&lt;br /&gt;Dices have been tossed,&lt;br /&gt;For earth and its mystique.&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart grow,&lt;br /&gt;With a touch and a spell;&lt;br /&gt;All the future it will show,&lt;br /&gt;What the world can't foretell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be caught under,&lt;br /&gt;Where love is between?&lt;br /&gt;Our own feeling are asunder,&lt;br /&gt;Like the deep aquamarine.&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost each other,&lt;br /&gt;In the ocean of our past?&lt;br /&gt;There is no future's resolver,&lt;br /&gt;Where fortunes are amassed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114828899109526789?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114828899109526789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114828899109526789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114828899109526789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114828899109526789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-or-nothing-at-all.html' title='All or Nothing at All'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114806875894503618</id><published>2006-05-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:59:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day Has Come</title><content type='html'>New day has come bright and clear,&lt;br /&gt;With lonely hearts away to steer;&lt;br /&gt;For everything must go on and on,&lt;br /&gt;Though yesterdays are now all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the skies of the lonely ways,&lt;br /&gt;Where colors meet the bluish grays;&lt;br /&gt;All things have become space between,&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten and never again to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now again as new summer shows,&lt;br /&gt;Blooms in fields approach and grows;&lt;br /&gt;We must give strength to our own heart,&lt;br /&gt;So all good things will surely start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever your dreams now all are,&lt;br /&gt;And what has been done insofar;&lt;br /&gt;We must believe in the better days,&lt;br /&gt;That soon will come and still amaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New day has come bright and clear,&lt;br /&gt;With lonely hearts away to steer;&lt;br /&gt;For everything must go on and on,&lt;br /&gt;Though yesterdays are now all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come bright and young,&lt;br /&gt;To open doors of fresh high-strung;&lt;br /&gt;To give us more feelings inside,&lt;br /&gt;That from the dark winter would hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New day has come ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114806875894503618?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114806875894503618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114806875894503618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114806875894503618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114806875894503618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-day-has-come.html' title='New Day Has Come'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114796969686830729</id><published>2006-05-18T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:28:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Things</title><content type='html'>Reflections, shadows and echoes,&lt;br /&gt;A luminous coal of winter's dark;&lt;br /&gt;Now gone into dawn's new glows,&lt;br /&gt;Its cold blue and frosty spark.&lt;br /&gt;The fixed and empty even sky,&lt;br /&gt;In horizon of yellow and red;&lt;br /&gt;Into the time's of gone echoes fly,&lt;br /&gt;With flowers of colors instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open spring day flashes out,&lt;br /&gt;With the illuminate of special things;&lt;br /&gt;The new all around in a runabout,&lt;br /&gt;This early of happy awakenings.&lt;br /&gt;Floodgates of the open ageless,&lt;br /&gt;Windmills of sounds and bell;s&lt;br /&gt;All what comes with morning fresh,&lt;br /&gt;And darkness of winter dispels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of day in spring's night,&lt;br /&gt;When dark meets the early hours;&lt;br /&gt;Roses of colors that come with light,&lt;br /&gt;In fragrance and beauty of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;The horizon of darkness bonfire,&lt;br /&gt;Turning to yellow unleavened clean;&lt;br /&gt;Hours of old that gave strong desire,&lt;br /&gt;Of summer's evenings yet to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114796969686830729?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114796969686830729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114796969686830729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114796969686830729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114796969686830729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/special-things.html' title='Special Things'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114788626403369807</id><published>2006-05-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:17:44.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend And Break</title><content type='html'>You are in the light,&lt;br /&gt;When in the morn you wake;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your dream's flight,&lt;br /&gt;In the new daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you suffocate,&lt;br /&gt;When you meet reality;&lt;br /&gt;Simple means and complicate,&lt;br /&gt;From the mere absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on the go,&lt;br /&gt;With the morning bright;&lt;br /&gt;Going to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;Till you make things right.&lt;br /&gt;Meetings on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;Will have to wait again;&lt;br /&gt;You need to set astride,&lt;br /&gt;What reality might enchain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old world has its look,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a new life;&lt;br /&gt;You might bend its hook,&lt;br /&gt;If you work and strife.&lt;br /&gt;Meet again the morning,&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up fresh;&lt;br /&gt;Longings from night yearning,&lt;br /&gt;Will be faced with less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114788626403369807?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114788626403369807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114788626403369807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114788626403369807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114788626403369807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/bend-and-break.html' title='Bend And Break'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114770166926908494</id><published>2006-05-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:01:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Huge Blue</title><content type='html'>In the huge blue,&lt;br /&gt;Are my wandering ways;&lt;br /&gt;What is true and untrue,&lt;br /&gt;Through the inter ray plays.&lt;br /&gt;On to the clouds softly,&lt;br /&gt;It never will stay;&lt;br /&gt;The air full and lofty,&lt;br /&gt;- Day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is staying,&lt;br /&gt;It's all eternally gone;&lt;br /&gt;With your mind playing,&lt;br /&gt;Till it's clear and done.&lt;br /&gt;The vultures' banquet,&lt;br /&gt;In a garden with looks;&lt;br /&gt;To the mind agglutinate,&lt;br /&gt;Until it - to it hooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into new spring's call,&lt;br /&gt;Alleys of living flesh;&lt;br /&gt;The stranded districts befall,&lt;br /&gt;For the new and the fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Turning dusty dawn rips,&lt;br /&gt;Dissolution of their faces;&lt;br /&gt;Desiring coming apocalypse,&lt;br /&gt;Beginning new abolishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114770166926908494?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114770166926908494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114770166926908494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114770166926908494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114770166926908494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-huge-blue.html' title='In The Huge Blue'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114769998847732140</id><published>2006-05-15T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:33:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word is a Yes and Sometimes No</title><content type='html'>A word is a yes and sometimes no,&lt;br /&gt;The fluttering unfinished page;&lt;br /&gt;A time between the lines and a go,&lt;br /&gt;The air of nothing and rage.&lt;br /&gt;The whirlwind of appearances,&lt;br /&gt;The trees of names and body;&lt;br /&gt;Among the lines and acceptances,&lt;br /&gt;The spirit and the cleft of gaudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps into the next room,&lt;br /&gt;Will lead a way to no return;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that will become doom,&lt;br /&gt;As the ways to flesh adjourn.&lt;br /&gt;Among the words that on show,&lt;br /&gt;Like the leaves between the white;&lt;br /&gt;Or the day that in silence grow,&lt;br /&gt;When distances have more appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word is a yes and sometimes no,&lt;br /&gt;Though full of life in giving birth;&lt;br /&gt;To all the hours that onward flow,&lt;br /&gt;And you in your thoughts think of worth.&lt;br /&gt;Unreal speech in keeping still,&lt;br /&gt;The strands of language real - unreal;&lt;br /&gt;Before it evaporates to fulfill,&lt;br /&gt;Each of its dark corner and bastille.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114769998847732140?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114769998847732140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114769998847732140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114769998847732140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114769998847732140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/word-is-yes-and-sometimes-no.html' title='A Word is a Yes and Sometimes No'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114544280266850075</id><published>2006-04-19T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:33:22.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loveliness of You</title><content type='html'>The loveliness of you,&lt;br /&gt;The glow in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Is always connected to the blue&lt;br /&gt;And summer sunshine skies.&lt;br /&gt;Another day may come&lt;br /&gt;With feelings so terrible alone,&lt;br /&gt;But you are like a blossom&lt;br /&gt;The wind to me has blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every inch of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You will move and make free,&lt;br /&gt;So every dark counterpart&lt;br /&gt;Never will come to be.&lt;br /&gt;You are the morn sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The glow from sky clear,&lt;br /&gt;With you I always feel fine&lt;br /&gt;I love to have you near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love waits there&lt;br /&gt;By the blue and windy sea,&lt;br /&gt;It'll go here and there&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds above we'll see;&lt;br /&gt;But the loveliness of you&lt;br /&gt;Always is deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;Golden shine and so true&lt;br /&gt;From winter's dark it'll hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114544280266850075?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114544280266850075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114544280266850075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114544280266850075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114544280266850075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/04/loveliness-of-you.html' title='The Loveliness of You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114470841329559304</id><published>2006-04-10T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:33:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light Comes and Goes</title><content type='html'>The light comes and goes,&lt;br /&gt;Like the tides of the open sea;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the morn glows,&lt;br /&gt;Inside you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Fly away with my throbbing heart,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the day inside;&lt;br /&gt;Never from true love depart,&lt;br /&gt;For hollowness to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim against the waves,&lt;br /&gt;The earth tide's are made from;&lt;br /&gt;Memories our past engraves,&lt;br /&gt;Each heart's desires qualm.&lt;br /&gt;You and I sometimes singing,&lt;br /&gt;With things still unsaid;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes up bringing,&lt;br /&gt;With all the things aforesaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles that can't be named,&lt;br /&gt;Inside with wearies grows;&lt;br /&gt;All is for hope though aimed,&lt;br /&gt;Through the windmill boroughs.&lt;br /&gt;Confusions are everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;With their aimless past;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is concessionaire,&lt;br /&gt;To a thoughtless chromoblast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114470841329559304?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114470841329559304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114470841329559304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470841329559304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470841329559304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/04/light-comes-and-goes.html' title='The Light Comes and Goes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114470835323466409</id><published>2006-04-10T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:32:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Listen</title><content type='html'>I listen to the sound&lt;br /&gt;That comes to my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Harmonies and tones found&lt;br /&gt;From here and to there;&lt;br /&gt;Light and shadows I see -&lt;br /&gt;Feelings out of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;All the things I cold be&lt;br /&gt;When reality unreal seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night past many stars -&lt;br /&gt;Places to me unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Hope in peace and wars&lt;br /&gt;Only from it's past shown;&lt;br /&gt;Take my searching hand&lt;br /&gt;Give me knowledge to gain,&lt;br /&gt;Someday I must understand&lt;br /&gt;That my life was not in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the past moving on&lt;br /&gt;Into the oblivion dust,&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams from our days gone -&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits and soul it tossed;&lt;br /&gt;Here we will come and stay&lt;br /&gt;And go from here beyond,&lt;br /&gt;With our lofty thoughts play&lt;br /&gt;For life is a search: spellbound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114470835323466409?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114470835323466409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114470835323466409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470835323466409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470835323466409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-listen.html' title='I Listen'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114470826752436045</id><published>2006-04-10T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:31:07.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Still Night</title><content type='html'>There is still night in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;With new hope in the air;&lt;br /&gt;With each error and try,&lt;br /&gt;Light will come again everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the morning is young,&lt;br /&gt;In the blue and the dark;&lt;br /&gt;It shall burst into song,&lt;br /&gt;When day hours again spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of hope on the road,&lt;br /&gt;We have found the new way;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of your old load,&lt;br /&gt;For now dawn wakes the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning bright stars old,&lt;br /&gt;That will say goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;As the light desires unfold,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still night in the blue,&lt;br /&gt;Faraway dreams have gone;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to me and you,&lt;br /&gt;To find a road in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are playful clouds around,&lt;br /&gt;Giving horizons a sight;&lt;br /&gt;Let your hopes be there too found,&lt;br /&gt;For again comes the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114470826752436045?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114470826752436045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114470826752436045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470826752436045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470826752436045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-is-still-night.html' title='There Is Still Night'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114470775851684650</id><published>2006-04-10T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:22:38.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><content type='html'>From my window&lt;br /&gt;I see the winter's snow,&lt;br /&gt;in the morning glow&lt;br /&gt;of the yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps to and fro&lt;br /&gt;- rays from the gone night.&lt;br /&gt;Soft distances adagio&lt;br /&gt;in the evening flight,&lt;br /&gt;- all is in my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air, so sweet of spell,&lt;br /&gt;as the clouds go by&lt;br /&gt;with greetings and farewell,&lt;br /&gt;to the dreams &lt;br /&gt;that around here lie.&lt;br /&gt;All is in my heart now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114470775851684650?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114470775851684650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114470775851684650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470775851684650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114470775851684650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/04/footsteps.html' title='Footsteps'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114372647249943055</id><published>2006-03-30T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T05:47:52.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Beautiful Sky Blue</title><content type='html'>Wherever you are going,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going thee too;&lt;br /&gt;Distances are coming growing,&lt;br /&gt;Into the beautiful sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are sweet none existence,&lt;br /&gt;Seven seas and travelling ways;&lt;br /&gt;Give your thoughts a change,&lt;br /&gt;For the new coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have seen the rays,&lt;br /&gt;From the horizon of faraway;&lt;br /&gt;Like the colours of night plays,&lt;br /&gt;From newborn thought of grey.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings will keep moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Some will only be for a while;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a summer sun,&lt;br /&gt;To give another beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are staying,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be following you;&lt;br /&gt;Like night dreams are playing,&lt;br /&gt;For the unknown and the new.&lt;br /&gt;The wind will whistle its breeze,&lt;br /&gt;From the treetops and beyond;&lt;br /&gt;Existence is what one sees,&lt;br /&gt;From within nowhere else found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114372647249943055?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114372647249943055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114372647249943055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114372647249943055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114372647249943055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-beautiful-sky-blue.html' title='Into The Beautiful Sky Blue'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114372595905420169</id><published>2006-03-30T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T05:39:19.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To Eternity</title><content type='html'>Listen to eternity,&lt;br /&gt;And all things that come;&lt;br /&gt;Listen from inside free,&lt;br /&gt;Like the faith of some.&lt;br /&gt;Burning flame glowing,&lt;br /&gt;Trees in the windy breeze;&lt;br /&gt;All is certain and knowing,&lt;br /&gt;What the heart must please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;With roots deep inside;&lt;br /&gt;Love and devotions its stealing,&lt;br /&gt;From where my beats hide.&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the clouds away,&lt;br /&gt;Drifting to and fro;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine in the coming day,&lt;br /&gt;The notions that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves of the silver sea,&lt;br /&gt;Faraway flickering stars;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn and evening - inside me,&lt;br /&gt;The music each chord and bars.&lt;br /&gt;Give my feelings wings,&lt;br /&gt;For eternity to reach out;&lt;br /&gt;For it inside forever sings,&lt;br /&gt;Like the lights all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114372595905420169?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114372595905420169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114372595905420169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114372595905420169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114372595905420169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/03/listen-to-eternity.html' title='Listen To Eternity'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25006645.post-114366448949152679</id><published>2006-03-29T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:34:49.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The River Sings On</title><content type='html'>The river sings on,&lt;br /&gt;Flames of flowing waves;&lt;br /&gt;Where have days gone,&lt;br /&gt;That once were of the braves.&lt;br /&gt;I and you are finding&lt;br /&gt;Destiny and new hope,&lt;br /&gt;Swirling to new glory,&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to the robe&lt;br /&gt;Of new seeds and story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful is the evening,&lt;br /&gt;With the soft and the sweet;&lt;br /&gt;When the shades are abandoning,&lt;br /&gt;Days of easy street.&lt;br /&gt;Find your ways and journey,&lt;br /&gt;Where each story goes;&lt;br /&gt;We have each our tourney,&lt;br /&gt;Where the past all glows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing have I lost,&lt;br /&gt;That memories haven't found;&lt;br /&gt;Stones they shedder dust,&lt;br /&gt;If we are only earth bound.&lt;br /&gt;River streams going,&lt;br /&gt;To the sea of unknown deep;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing and growing,&lt;br /&gt;We are what we reap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25006645-114366448949152679?l=the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114366448949152679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25006645&amp;postID=114366448949152679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114366448949152679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25006645/posts/default/114366448949152679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-river-sings-on.blogspot.com/2006/03/river-sings-on.html' title='The River Sings On'/><author><name>Peter S. 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