Scream

P Peter S. Quinn Peter S. Quinn
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On to my heart you scream Like echoes of the dark Where red in gold stream To give of winter's spark Day is of lonely crowd In gleaming shadows deep With all its calmly doubt For loneliness to keep Its ways are always turning From everything within Like evening light adjourning To dark and its deeper kin The merging of all matter Is through the dim squealing As my footsteps on clatter And this fortitude is feeling The echoes that I hear Are getting all closer still As dark of the deep is near With loneliness to fulfill The lonely voice I can heed Is within my own thought Surrounding me with its weed Of in screams dark wrought On to my heart you scream Now leave and go away Let light come with its beam And embrace me with its day Its sinister has deep realm With pain of its unseen touch Then cracks me with its calm And shiver me with its clutch My heartbeat is now lonely For I am here on my own I long for the sunshine only Form under its winter gown But deep echoes are calling Trying to captivate my force For I am onto the deep falling Failing to find a correct course

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