Lonely for Paris in spring <br />All is so faraway to reach, <br />A heart for joy could sing <br />What memories should teach; <br />Eyes are wide in clearing blue <br />All is such a joy to glide, <br />It's always up to me and you <br />What gets soft or amplified. <br /> <br />Be here and become strong <br />All has its wandering ways, <br />Have an opportunity get along <br />Make the best of all the days; <br />Ripe your feelings and touch <br />Nothing else is more of hope, <br />We have everything inasmuch <br />As we work things out and cope. <br /> <br />The days begin in nothingness <br />With the cold pleasure at first, <br />Then there might be a new fresh <br />A moment of thought we thirst; <br />A day is asleep for awhile <br />And then there's some awaken, <br />Hard in a lost hour to defile <br />When a mind's occupied or taken.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-for-paris-in-spring-rhythmicon-50-lead-sheets-with-poems/
