<?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-305087892753498029</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:06.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullabies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305087892753498029.post-3836688261340824501</id><published>2007-10-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:16:45.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elemental Clouds</title><content type='html'>Elemental clouds now ride the skies alone&lt;br /&gt;Through the bound of the net raindrops falling&lt;br /&gt;I hear a little music from some pebble stone&lt;br /&gt;While the drizzles are splashing and calling&lt;br /&gt;Steams in the wild it’s the forest song&lt;br /&gt;Flowing with its drum drops earth-rending&lt;br /&gt;Something for my heart in harmony to long&lt;br /&gt;Each the flower petals and leaves bending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I we had our different ways&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and the rain songs that we found&lt;br /&gt;In slanting slashing sky like horses that gallop&lt;br /&gt;Tinctures in its shades dyed many plays&lt;br /&gt;To the underneath water lustrous around&lt;br /&gt;A thought in a walloping like the raindrop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-3836688261340824501?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3836688261340824501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=3836688261340824501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/3836688261340824501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/3836688261340824501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/elemental-clouds.html' title='Elemental Clouds'/><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-305087892753498029.post-8201217005076408623</id><published>2007-10-22T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:15:17.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Surrounded</title><content type='html'>Thoughts surrounded that we alone know&lt;br /&gt;The time’s month combatant fluff&lt;br /&gt;The perfume of the old in memories glow&lt;br /&gt;What inside is made of that kind of stuff&lt;br /&gt;The month’s exposed foot yellow leaves&lt;br /&gt;With thorns amid and roots in ground&lt;br /&gt;Every thought as it comes in its briefs&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else to be gathered or found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashes in sunset the on going repose&lt;br /&gt;From the starlight’s in darkness space&lt;br /&gt;That gathers more or less here to give&lt;br /&gt;Like dreams on to past everything goes&lt;br /&gt;The allowed matter and rotating ways&lt;br /&gt;To become its sources of boundless live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-8201217005076408623?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8201217005076408623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=8201217005076408623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/8201217005076408623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/8201217005076408623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-surrounded.html' title='Thoughts Surrounded'/><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-305087892753498029.post-4797254097427012940</id><published>2007-10-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:14:16.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrows Come and Go</title><content type='html'>To where have you gone to&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of my wary past&lt;br /&gt;Something so deep and true&lt;br /&gt;Showing their tender cast&lt;br /&gt;Flowers from old roads&lt;br /&gt;Inside this wandering way&lt;br /&gt;Carrying existence load&lt;br /&gt;Each one their mood to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows come and go&lt;br /&gt;What we call safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;Tides of their weaving flow&lt;br /&gt;Something to someone found&lt;br /&gt;You are the decision maker&lt;br /&gt;Fortune has its footsteps on&lt;br /&gt;Each flow its purpose taker&lt;br /&gt;To offer its currents to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where the sky is clear&lt;br /&gt;Everything shows its strength&lt;br /&gt;Reasons are always near&lt;br /&gt;The moments of any length&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-4797254097427012940?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4797254097427012940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=4797254097427012940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/4797254097427012940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/4797254097427012940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/tomorrows-come-and-go.html' title='Tomorrows Come and Go'/><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-305087892753498029.post-8869792724578647566</id><published>2007-10-22T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:13:07.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Center Of Our Heart</title><content type='html'>The center of our heart is the earth&lt;br /&gt;With every freshness that comes open in&lt;br /&gt;A love song from the day of our birth&lt;br /&gt;The light that with every season shall spin&lt;br /&gt;Our dream there passes in silences&lt;br /&gt;Filling its oblivion with its autumns&lt;br /&gt;Each endures and powers in caresses&lt;br /&gt;Like a love to love in enduring blooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshness opens to the traveler along&lt;br /&gt;Filling every day without any doubt&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps that have passed everywhere to&lt;br /&gt;Transient transformed like a new song&lt;br /&gt;Filling the deeps where the earth is about&lt;br /&gt;Always entombed with its love for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-8869792724578647566?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8869792724578647566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=8869792724578647566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/8869792724578647566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/8869792724578647566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/center-of-our-heart.html' title='The Center Of Our Heart'/><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-305087892753498029.post-5235242379867631467</id><published>2007-10-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:12:03.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is Really New</title><content type='html'>Nothing is really new&lt;br /&gt;Only the old side by side&lt;br /&gt;Coming as sky clear blue&lt;br /&gt;Or like the stars that glide&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s gone to memories&lt;br /&gt;With everything it has done&lt;br /&gt;You still hold to believes&lt;br /&gt;To carry its thoughts on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you hold dear&lt;br /&gt;Never shall go away&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter time or year&lt;br /&gt;Inside your heart it’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too perfect&lt;br /&gt;Outside these ordinary days&lt;br /&gt;Some instants we might reject&lt;br /&gt;Such are the purposes and ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is to get here along&lt;br /&gt;Share what you want to share&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really wrong&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come true everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You have your needs to fill&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what they are&lt;br /&gt;Decide on what you will&lt;br /&gt;Vision is like a wishing star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-5235242379867631467?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5235242379867631467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=5235242379867631467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/5235242379867631467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/5235242379867631467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-is-really-new.html' title='Nothing Is Really New'/><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-305087892753498029.post-6738396159759850507</id><published>2007-10-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:26:06.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide Eyes of Love</title><content type='html'>Wide eyes of love so tenderly in mood&lt;br /&gt;Like morning blue sky and the purest day&lt;br /&gt;Each multiplying universe it has hued&lt;br /&gt;And given its light to strengthen its play&lt;br /&gt;The fiery delights from extinguished flame&lt;br /&gt;That throbs from its desire in to new height&lt;br /&gt;Never exact replica of the same&lt;br /&gt;Of each its comportment and harvest flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth you are so handful of delights&lt;br /&gt;With longings of the moon and flaring blaze&lt;br /&gt;Like colors of pale stars in the outlying&lt;br /&gt;Universe weaving of hidden taillights&lt;br /&gt;Those dazzling lurch of restless around lays&lt;br /&gt;That our dreams to the distances are eyeing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-6738396159759850507?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6738396159759850507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=6738396159759850507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/6738396159759850507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/6738396159759850507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/wide-eyes-of-love.html' title='Wide Eyes 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-305087892753498029.post-7092103297594203043</id><published>2007-10-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:13:47.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Blossom of Night</title><content type='html'>Now the night is coming in&lt;br /&gt;With eternal star spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of flowers dark profound&lt;br /&gt;Leaves of autumn bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nectar of its deep scent&lt;br /&gt;Through the moods are blent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warp with a little bud&lt;br /&gt;Stem like stick in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of flower of blossom dark&lt;br /&gt;With circling lines tidemark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those come with its easy glow&lt;br /&gt;With winter and little snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little on window still&lt;br /&gt;With dreams of the moon to spill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than bluish tincture&lt;br /&gt;And softer than any fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petals around its dew drip&lt;br /&gt;Like those of a fairy’s lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful blossom of night&lt;br /&gt;Like a riddle in thoughts height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hour of morning awakes in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-7092103297594203043?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7092103297594203043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=7092103297594203043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/7092103297594203043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/7092103297594203043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/beautiful-blossom-of-night.html' title='The Beautiful Blossom of 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-305087892753498029.post-592882022891817445</id><published>2007-10-21T16:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:38:37.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The Breeze and Butterflies</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are in with ease&lt;br /&gt;With giving and their takings&lt;br /&gt;The profound roots of trees&lt;br /&gt;That each our touch is aching&lt;br /&gt;I feel my ease and confidence&lt;br /&gt;To carry on with my believes&lt;br /&gt;When ways will touch and blench&lt;br /&gt;As they with sources revives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their secrets sail on through&lt;br /&gt;To give what’s pouring out&lt;br /&gt;Understandings are up to you&lt;br /&gt;To resist your customs about&lt;br /&gt;To know the woods and fire&lt;br /&gt;Like the breeze and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;The pathway is full of desire&lt;br /&gt;Of the aspirant lows and highs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each sails to change the wings&lt;br /&gt;To bring in things that got lost&lt;br /&gt;And with your heart still sings&lt;br /&gt;Existing in the thoughts crossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-592882022891817445?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/592882022891817445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=592882022891817445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/592882022891817445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/592882022891817445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-breeze-and-butterflies.html' title='Like The Breeze and Butterflies'/><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-305087892753498029.post-9129729188796370316</id><published>2007-10-21T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:37:37.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longings for the Lost Tongue</title><content type='html'>Songs that come like dreams&lt;br /&gt;In to the evening tenderly&lt;br /&gt;With their love themes streams&lt;br /&gt;Candle of thoughts to be&lt;br /&gt;Each with their own thought&lt;br /&gt;Singing in from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Weavings profound brought&lt;br /&gt;Giving of glow and spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is full of names&lt;br /&gt;From the dark blue lake&lt;br /&gt;In with the iridescent flames&lt;br /&gt;Carried to give and uptake&lt;br /&gt;Waves of cold sprout between&lt;br /&gt;Meditation of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Something still not to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the moments freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longings for the lost tongue&lt;br /&gt;Those are still in their sleep&lt;br /&gt;Each of the conduct we long&lt;br /&gt;Never glimpse through or keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-9129729188796370316?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9129729188796370316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=9129729188796370316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/9129729188796370316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/9129729188796370316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/longings-for-lost-tongue.html' title='Longings for the Lost Tongue'/><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-305087892753498029.post-2949783918032809286</id><published>2007-10-21T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:21:30.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Continuing Motions</title><content type='html'>I've found my heart in the eventide&lt;br /&gt;With dosage of its freshness and quiet stills&lt;br /&gt;Where the airy vapors of drifting glide&lt;br /&gt;Over mountain clippings and nightfall hills&lt;br /&gt;With a morning song to fulfill me dreams&lt;br /&gt;To last of bliss of the evening sky&lt;br /&gt;In the waves with hopes of the beams&lt;br /&gt;Those through the gentleness moments now fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morning that comes in songs quite new&lt;br /&gt;Like a lyric filling silence fresh dream&lt;br /&gt;That is born from the futures you walk&lt;br /&gt;Is heard in its virgin to reverie few&lt;br /&gt;In continuing motions and vary stream&lt;br /&gt;That through every transition shall talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-2949783918032809286?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2949783918032809286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=2949783918032809286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/2949783918032809286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/2949783918032809286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-continuing-motions.html' title='In Continuing Motions'/><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-305087892753498029.post-3563553110861197181</id><published>2007-10-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:20:40.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Restful Song</title><content type='html'>To the dawn I will sing&lt;br /&gt;About sleeping stars above&lt;br /&gt;And how they slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was of feelings&lt;br /&gt;With luminous restful songs&lt;br /&gt;Those were drifting to the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my heart is hopeful&lt;br /&gt;In finding new time for scents&lt;br /&gt;That slowly the air fills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-3563553110861197181?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3563553110861197181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=3563553110861197181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/3563553110861197181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/3563553110861197181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/restful-song.html' title='A Restful 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-305087892753498029.post-6213792692212030780</id><published>2007-10-21T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:40:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Cold Mood</title><content type='html'>Oh time here comes my song in cold mood&lt;br /&gt;To lift up thoughts that has now gone away&lt;br /&gt;Be to trice inspirations and its food&lt;br /&gt;For lure of days can never for long stay&lt;br /&gt;Each step of feeling toward long black arm&lt;br /&gt;Towering shadows from outside windows&lt;br /&gt;The wintry ways and each its hazy charm&lt;br /&gt;That from a reflect of its frosty glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The withering blossoms of innocent&lt;br /&gt;Now into the bleakness of grey are gone&lt;br /&gt;With each its redolence and particle made&lt;br /&gt;Pearl white bouquets of dark winter content&lt;br /&gt;Twilights of tomorrow in its sleep drawn&lt;br /&gt;In the many guise of gloom cloudy shade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-6213792692212030780?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6213792692212030780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=6213792692212030780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/6213792692212030780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/6213792692212030780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-cold-mood.html' title='In Cold Mood'/><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-305087892753498029.post-9208743287288578971</id><published>2007-10-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T15:22:13.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One By One I Will Try</title><content type='html'>I walk&lt;br /&gt;to feel each touch&lt;br /&gt;and bring together their memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;the likeness of leaves&lt;br /&gt;that have fallen&lt;br /&gt;to the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a song&lt;br /&gt;in the winter wind&lt;br /&gt;that comes to whisper&lt;br /&gt;to my heart&lt;br /&gt;in longings for more dreams&lt;br /&gt;to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every touch is a way&lt;br /&gt;to become close and near&lt;br /&gt;with everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give what I can&lt;br /&gt;with each new heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;and try my songs to the hours&lt;br /&gt;that are now leaving&lt;br /&gt;in to the lonely night&lt;br /&gt;one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;coming to be in the dark&lt;br /&gt;while the winter is cold outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Like the endless deep sky&lt;br /&gt;Of dim clouds going by&lt;br /&gt;In delicately frozen raindrops&lt;br /&gt;That later will fall to earth&lt;br /&gt;One by one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-9208743287288578971?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9208743287288578971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=9208743287288578971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/9208743287288578971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/9208743287288578971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-by-one-i-will-try.html' title='One By One I Will Try'/><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-305087892753498029.post-2515265450901614142</id><published>2007-10-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T14:45:21.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Roots In Region</title><content type='html'>Let's join each living kernel here with me&lt;br /&gt;I welcome you repeatedly reborn&lt;br /&gt;A flower sifting of freshness and free&lt;br /&gt;To become old in interim and worn&lt;br /&gt;A life secret immortal to this earth&lt;br /&gt;Silent beings of night and coming bright days&lt;br /&gt;Your roots in region of washing's and worth&lt;br /&gt;With every expecting moment plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your commencement shall fill the grassland&lt;br /&gt;With springtime elasticity growing&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in to the bottomless free will&lt;br /&gt;Each new question unknowingly and planned&lt;br /&gt;To the dices of ancient earth throwing&lt;br /&gt;New promises and pursuit to fulfill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305087892753498029-2515265450901614142?l=lullabies-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2515265450901614142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305087892753498029&amp;postID=2515265450901614142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/2515265450901614142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305087892753498029/posts/default/2515265450901614142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lullabies-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-roots-in-region.html' title='Your Roots In Region'/><author><name>Peter S. 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