<?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-1187558854750786160</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:27:48.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes of Falling Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.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-1187558854750786160.post-708812171407169985</id><published>2007-10-29T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T15:33:13.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Filled With Gold</title><content type='html'>Dreams filled with gold and silver threads of shade&lt;br /&gt;Into the dismantled rivers that on twine&lt;br /&gt;Each on their assent complexity made &lt;br /&gt;To turn on red connective of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Jewels of gods with its glisten starlight&lt;br /&gt;Divided up in ignites wheels of flame&lt;br /&gt;Each mood that comes from under the bright&lt;br /&gt;And never in fervor stays all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places of fable surrounded by its highlands&lt;br /&gt;Like cloud drift to faraway horizon&lt;br /&gt;Till they are never again with eyes seen&lt;br /&gt;Something from a hidden shore and strands&lt;br /&gt;Different dimensions harmonizin'&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere before tangible nature has been&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-708812171407169985?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/708812171407169985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=708812171407169985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/708812171407169985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/708812171407169985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams-filled-with-gold.html' title='Dreams Filled With Gold'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-6764768879670030262</id><published>2007-10-29T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:27:14.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Those Forgotten Songs</title><content type='html'>All those forgotten songs that came&lt;br /&gt;Inside a heart when its pure in love&lt;br /&gt;Burning on and burning true flame&lt;br /&gt;Just like the new morning above&lt;br /&gt;Ours yesterdays are never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;When they in dreams must glow&lt;br /&gt;The memories full on and trotten'&lt;br /&gt;Like footsteps in new drifting snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my wings free&lt;br /&gt;To go through the sky in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere our feelings shall be&lt;br /&gt;Inside its flow and its streams&lt;br /&gt;Never alone shall I again walk&lt;br /&gt;If I shall have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Flames of your lips and sweet-talk&lt;br /&gt;Now my way of life and guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those forgotten fiery thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That came around to be here&lt;br /&gt;Their twisted on threads and knots&lt;br /&gt;Those outcomes to the moments steer&lt;br /&gt;Like a song in summer was sung&lt;br /&gt;Full of expectations anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Recondite inside passionate tongue&lt;br /&gt;With every intuition of gradation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-6764768879670030262?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6764768879670030262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=6764768879670030262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/6764768879670030262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/6764768879670030262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-those-forgotten-songs.html' title='All Those Forgotten Songs'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-7091708374871933904</id><published>2007-10-29T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:48:16.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of the Night</title><content type='html'>Nowhere is near to my heart&lt;br /&gt;On this dark evening night&lt;br /&gt;Love is a song that will depart&lt;br /&gt;When comes again morning light&lt;br /&gt;You and I never the same&lt;br /&gt;In to each yesterday gone&lt;br /&gt;Burning inside forgotten flame&lt;br /&gt;That shall blaze day and day on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening in dark lonely way&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds drifting far and high&lt;br /&gt;Love of the night set for a day&lt;br /&gt;Just like the blue endless sky&lt;br /&gt;Rain must fall in to our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will last with us here&lt;br /&gt;Seclusion low down and highs&lt;br /&gt;With diffused moments of year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere is with me here still&lt;br /&gt;Giving its friendless nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Empty streets isolations fulfill&lt;br /&gt;When love in a heart can’t say yes&lt;br /&gt;You and I have yet tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To give to days that comes through&lt;br /&gt;Never let deep downward sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with feelings like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-7091708374871933904?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7091708374871933904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=7091708374871933904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/7091708374871933904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/7091708374871933904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-of-night.html' title='Love of the 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-1187558854750786160.post-146560834270662651</id><published>2007-10-29T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:33:57.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Frosty Leaves</title><content type='html'>Sweet love of dreams and morning's blossoms white&lt;br /&gt;That from twilight comes in to its bloom&lt;br /&gt;With some spear of gleams from bluish starry night&lt;br /&gt;Conquer of the winter in gray and gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's glimmer and silver frosty leaves&lt;br /&gt;Show their ways when darkness again comes&lt;br /&gt;Each their dream and longings that retrieves&lt;br /&gt;When tone down in palpable deep winter hums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of shadowed silvery moon&lt;br /&gt;Ice on the river in mirroring hold&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s retention - in memory&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of winter in their midnight noon&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinations of chill that now fold&lt;br /&gt;Like decorations on every tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-146560834270662651?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/146560834270662651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=146560834270662651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/146560834270662651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/146560834270662651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/silver-frosty-leaves.html' title='Silver Frosty Leaves'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-1755970309479340762</id><published>2007-10-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:32:36.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Those Times Are Here Again</title><content type='html'>Now those times are here again&lt;br /&gt;When the days will become darker&lt;br /&gt;And in the hearts of various men&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays shall become sparker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the snow will fall and glow&lt;br /&gt;Bringing chilliness and holidays&lt;br /&gt;As each month to darkness will go&lt;br /&gt;In the glisten down falling glaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the snow is back in here&lt;br /&gt;Silvery white on a frozen earth&lt;br /&gt;For now this time’s coming near&lt;br /&gt;With its mistletoes and mirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its snow-white cold ice&lt;br /&gt;Bracing windows in a frosty rose&lt;br /&gt;Morning dark and twilight skies&lt;br /&gt;When on treetops cold wind blows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-1755970309479340762?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1755970309479340762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=1755970309479340762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/1755970309479340762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/1755970309479340762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-those-times-are-here-again.html' title='Now Those Times Are Here Again'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-2164854434165986894</id><published>2007-10-29T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:01:12.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch the Wave</title><content type='html'>Everybody got their own dream&lt;br /&gt;To let again come true&lt;br /&gt;Going with the forward stream&lt;br /&gt;Like it’s all up to you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is forever still&lt;br /&gt;It’s only going forward&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of year’s to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Picking up their right card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the wave when it comes&lt;br /&gt;With its forward willing themes&lt;br /&gt;Life to day together sums&lt;br /&gt;Giving from what each deems&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is back on their track&lt;br /&gt;If it’s nothing going to bring&lt;br /&gt;Reach the goal with your walk&lt;br /&gt;Let the end tomorrow sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are in questionable life&lt;br /&gt;Following and searching on&lt;br /&gt;With our ways we will back strife&lt;br /&gt;Till the roads are clearly done&lt;br /&gt;From a search comes full rotate&lt;br /&gt;Finding again where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Each our way and our own fate&lt;br /&gt;In a look for a personal song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-2164854434165986894?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2164854434165986894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=2164854434165986894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/2164854434165986894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/2164854434165986894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/catch-wave.html' title='Catch the Wave'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-473384682266625536</id><published>2007-10-28T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T11:12:25.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The Winds Are Blowing</title><content type='html'>Baby let me come with you&lt;br /&gt;To the next of everything&lt;br /&gt;Let me see the one thing true&lt;br /&gt;What the inside might bring&lt;br /&gt;The feelings - differences today&lt;br /&gt;Every cast in peaceful making&lt;br /&gt;What they give and what they say&lt;br /&gt;When time flows in - it’s aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby here I am so new&lt;br /&gt;With the many times knowing&lt;br /&gt;Always going clear and through&lt;br /&gt;Like the winds are blowing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to this and that&lt;br /&gt;Only confronting old time's past&lt;br /&gt;Bringing though controversial pat&lt;br /&gt;Everything you came to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby always - these are you&lt;br /&gt;Giving thoroughness to new wheels&lt;br /&gt;From the clearness of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Each their casts and feels&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow when the new one comes&lt;br /&gt;Through with everything to hold&lt;br /&gt;Like the billow waves that strums&lt;br /&gt;From the hot in - to the very cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-473384682266625536?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/473384682266625536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=473384682266625536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/473384682266625536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/473384682266625536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-winds-are-blowing.html' title='Like The Winds Are Blowing'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-1777637434302185462</id><published>2007-10-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:39:25.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Times Crevassed</title><content type='html'>Out tonight to the sky red&lt;br /&gt;A fly of clouds brought&lt;br /&gt;Where sunshine evening had bled&lt;br /&gt;The day's thought flight&lt;br /&gt;Oh come my heart and bring joy&lt;br /&gt;From yesterdays now gone&lt;br /&gt;Let never hatred destroy&lt;br /&gt;The shining of pleasures shone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be here with me through dark&lt;br /&gt;And on going milky ways&lt;br /&gt;Where twinkling stars will spark&lt;br /&gt;Their dust on glowing rays&lt;br /&gt;The morning shall come here after&lt;br /&gt;With stillness of the clear&lt;br /&gt;Through the open rooftop's rafter&lt;br /&gt;With cleanness everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the very distant past&lt;br /&gt;Dreams have gone to live&lt;br /&gt;Showing ways in times crevassed&lt;br /&gt;For songs of tomorrow to give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-1777637434302185462?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1777637434302185462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=1777637434302185462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/1777637434302185462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/1777637434302185462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-times-crevassed.html' title='In Times Crevassed'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-9204510812833074477</id><published>2007-10-27T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:14:28.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Roads of Love Shall Touch</title><content type='html'>Let's be in our true dreaming forever&lt;br /&gt;Where a heart's pounding timelessly on&lt;br /&gt;And roots of words become near and clever&lt;br /&gt;Never to real feelings of love be done&lt;br /&gt;The summer lease of flowers fair and white&lt;br /&gt;Golden features of a dawning sky&lt;br /&gt;The moods of never aging fading light&lt;br /&gt;That gives each passion afar and high&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that come to change each understanding&lt;br /&gt;Untrimmed feelings that day to day shines&lt;br /&gt;Their possession and footsteps commanding&lt;br /&gt;That improvement of exact stance finds&lt;br /&gt;Where the roads of love shall touch on and go&lt;br /&gt;Within days of caress - its pulsated flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-9204510812833074477?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/9204510812833074477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=9204510812833074477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/9204510812833074477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/9204510812833074477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-roads-of-love-shall-touch.html' title='Where the Roads of Love Shall Touch'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-1287369165628234013</id><published>2007-10-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T08:13:03.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are the Dreams</title><content type='html'>Give a time to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Because love is all going away&lt;br /&gt;Something of sweet from the blue&lt;br /&gt;Coming in clear with a day&lt;br /&gt;Rain is in shadows of clouds&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere leaving in the night&lt;br /&gt;We are so lonely in crowds&lt;br /&gt;Going from left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a time to be always&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves you still&lt;br /&gt;Summer set blues turning grays&lt;br /&gt;Where are the dreams to fulfill?&lt;br /&gt;Why have you left me alone here?&lt;br /&gt;Without a trace of my need&lt;br /&gt;Come again and be still near&lt;br /&gt;Let me have feelings to feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give everything what you are&lt;br /&gt;Turning the tides to its flow&lt;br /&gt;The world has been like an abattoir&lt;br /&gt;Moving in with each scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t need to be like this&lt;br /&gt;We can build up our own&lt;br /&gt;If weigh on wars we dismiss&lt;br /&gt;Throwing away its stale tone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-1287369165628234013?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1287369165628234013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=1287369165628234013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/1287369165628234013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/1287369165628234013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-are-dreams.html' title='Where Are the Dreams'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-8115484872332788794</id><published>2007-10-26T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:11:56.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning and Turning Around</title><content type='html'>Turning and turning around&lt;br /&gt;To all this sunshine above&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere something else is found&lt;br /&gt;As sure as this talk about love&lt;br /&gt;Rising to the cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;Feelings from the yonder&lt;br /&gt;Coming up to the morning high&lt;br /&gt;Everything that drift asunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my feeling to you&lt;br /&gt;Those that have drifted away&lt;br /&gt;Something that was so true&lt;br /&gt;Just like the morning new day&lt;br /&gt;I have now found you again&lt;br /&gt;Inside my own little heart&lt;br /&gt;Never to search for its pain&lt;br /&gt;From where my roots did start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my fortunate luck&lt;br /&gt;Always the roads that's coming&lt;br /&gt;Forever together struck&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to go on running&lt;br /&gt;Listen to each my whisper&lt;br /&gt;As it from on to my trying&lt;br /&gt;My searches have gone crisper&lt;br /&gt;Nothing cheep worth buying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-8115484872332788794?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8115484872332788794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=8115484872332788794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/8115484872332788794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/8115484872332788794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/turning-and-turning-around.html' title='Turning and Turning Around'/><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-1187558854750786160.post-3798612138708731873</id><published>2007-10-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:19:42.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs of the Night</title><content type='html'>Love songs of the night&lt;br /&gt;Every day to be lost&lt;br /&gt;Gleams of the faraway light&lt;br /&gt;Through time once crossed&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams are calling&lt;br /&gt;Outside shimmering sky&lt;br /&gt;From its saunter falling&lt;br /&gt;As hours of darkness die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying on going motions&lt;br /&gt;To all vanished yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Through disturbing commotions&lt;br /&gt;In its perspective plays&lt;br /&gt;What do they know of love?&lt;br /&gt;In its passionate cooperate&lt;br /&gt;With their mist far above&lt;br /&gt;And fates mysterious gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you and I are feeling&lt;br /&gt;In sensation of deep abyss&lt;br /&gt;With moments self-revealing&lt;br /&gt;From outlying time's bliss&lt;br /&gt;Love songs in the deep dim&lt;br /&gt;Circling around the verity&lt;br /&gt;Tinctures of sweltering vim&lt;br /&gt;Inside profound unfamiliarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-3798612138708731873?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3798612138708731873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=3798612138708731873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/3798612138708731873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/3798612138708731873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-songs-of-night.html' title='Love Songs of the 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-1187558854750786160.post-760401060221432174</id><published>2007-10-26T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:03:02.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes of Falling Days</title><content type='html'>Rain is raining now&lt;br /&gt;Filling the past in forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Something will go somehow&lt;br /&gt;Flows of the drops whetting&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that could never be&lt;br /&gt;Only are lost from here&lt;br /&gt;Times of the gone they will see&lt;br /&gt;Hours of loneliness share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill the empty sky&lt;br /&gt;With every lost cloud’s drift&lt;br /&gt;We have not asked why&lt;br /&gt;These were on a bare rift&lt;br /&gt;Minutes of falling days&lt;br /&gt;Coloring blanching leaves&lt;br /&gt;Each of the many sorrow ways&lt;br /&gt;Full of its grayish graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be so?&lt;br /&gt;Only to be of every part lost&lt;br /&gt;Turnings of know one to know&lt;br /&gt;In to the earth of dark rust&lt;br /&gt;Strangers of every reaction&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that come to decrease&lt;br /&gt;Never to our ways attraction&lt;br /&gt;Passing on like wind in trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187558854750786160-760401060221432174?l=minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/feeds/760401060221432174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1187558854750786160&amp;postID=760401060221432174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/760401060221432174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187558854750786160/posts/default/760401060221432174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-of-falling-days.blogspot.com/2007/10/minutes-of-falling-days.html' title='Minutes of Falling Days'/><author><name>Peter S. 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