<?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-4230681013234260747</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:21:01.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230681013234260747.post-6178210287677852594</id><published>2008-03-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:42:17.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love</title><content type='html'>I have found each new love because I love&lt;br /&gt;And it's going on and on from my inside&lt;br /&gt;Comes and goes like drifting clouds above&lt;br /&gt;And someday in darkness it must hide&lt;br /&gt;Bouquets of feelings because I love you&lt;br /&gt;With every reason and probably not&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps of passages to come and renew&lt;br /&gt;Anything drifting from inside the lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I always living on its fire&lt;br /&gt;Finding its cold that adjusts every time&lt;br /&gt;Like depth of the ocean always changing&lt;br /&gt;My heart for you in its fullest desire&lt;br /&gt;Though winter's glowing in icily cold rime&lt;br /&gt;We with each tide are always rearranging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-6178210287677852594?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6178210287677852594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=6178210287677852594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/6178210287677852594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/6178210287677852594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-i-love.html' title='Because I 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-4230681013234260747.post-3130973858752312921</id><published>2008-03-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:40:27.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Is</title><content type='html'>What love is &lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;So much of this&lt;br /&gt;Light hearted and free&lt;br /&gt;Live is a question&lt;br /&gt;Love is an answer&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and suggestion&lt;br /&gt;Their oneiromancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;That comes to be &lt;br /&gt;That in a heat will sing&lt;br /&gt;For someone to see&lt;br /&gt;And falling in love&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me&lt;br /&gt;Is not so easily&lt;br /&gt;Going to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember this&lt;br /&gt;In days to come&lt;br /&gt;Every love is bliss&lt;br /&gt;Waking more for some&lt;br /&gt;And feelings shine&lt;br /&gt;When they reach high&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to define&lt;br /&gt;With reasons why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-3130973858752312921?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3130973858752312921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=3130973858752312921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/3130973858752312921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/3130973858752312921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-love-is.html' title='What Love Is'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-6874844011026854809</id><published>2008-03-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:39:39.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Hill</title><content type='html'>Through the hill&lt;br /&gt;And the faraway&lt;br /&gt;Where days come to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Everything in time's play&lt;br /&gt;To the dawn&lt;br /&gt;That is rising&lt;br /&gt;Going on and on&lt;br /&gt;In shadows dancing&lt;br /&gt;Where we once were together&lt;br /&gt;Finding clearances of day&lt;br /&gt;And our heart streamed in sunlight&lt;br /&gt;That was once more on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the hill&lt;br /&gt;Of our longings&lt;br /&gt;Where the sightings are still&lt;br /&gt;In the deep earth strings&lt;br /&gt;And our ways is gone&lt;br /&gt;To the faraway clear&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that was one&lt;br /&gt;And once close and near&lt;br /&gt;Give us love to the evening&lt;br /&gt;Give us hot spring again&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that we sing&lt;br /&gt;And is not here in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that is and to be&lt;br /&gt;With free wills of the time&lt;br /&gt;Coming closer and free&lt;br /&gt;In this cold winter rime&lt;br /&gt;Through the hill&lt;br /&gt;And the faraway&lt;br /&gt;Where days come to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Everything in time's play&lt;br /&gt;To the dawn&lt;br /&gt;That is rising&lt;br /&gt;Going on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-6874844011026854809?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6874844011026854809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=6874844011026854809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/6874844011026854809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/6874844011026854809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/through-hill.html' title='Through The Hill'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-6772781141877802948</id><published>2008-03-19T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:23:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>Listen to your ways&lt;br /&gt;Like the coming of days&lt;br /&gt;Everything is inventive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your heart to reason&lt;br /&gt;Find its truest season&lt;br /&gt;Before it comes inattentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a stone thrown in rippling water&lt;br /&gt;Testing every wave that comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Differences of opinions to the surface splatter&lt;br /&gt;Everything with the times to and fro flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our days&lt;br /&gt;Around each different glaze&lt;br /&gt;Some to make some fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of people pleasin'&lt;br /&gt;And always some pain up easin'&lt;br /&gt;With their emotion fuels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a stone thrown in rippling water&lt;br /&gt;Testing every wave that comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Differences of opinions to the surface splatter&lt;br /&gt;Everything with the times to and fro flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We give every thought&lt;br /&gt;Of what we shouldn't or ought&lt;br /&gt;To find the right rules&lt;br /&gt;And then our heart is caught&lt;br /&gt;With something it's taught&lt;br /&gt;Or beat to a beat duels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a stone thrown in rippling water&lt;br /&gt;Testing every wave that comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Differences of opinions to the surface splatter&lt;br /&gt;Everything with the times to and fro flows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-6772781141877802948?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6772781141877802948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=6772781141877802948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/6772781141877802948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/6772781141877802948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/listen.html' title='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-4230681013234260747.post-3137548280845213263</id><published>2008-03-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:23:08.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeze in the Forest</title><content type='html'>There are different times to ride the road&lt;br /&gt;Fill the moments of any given load&lt;br /&gt;Let your dreams come true and be&lt;br /&gt;For anything inside this world to see&lt;br /&gt;Never let truth and great hope go away&lt;br /&gt;Fill every thought with its truest play&lt;br /&gt;For the days are to dream and go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Never to lose to those drifts that is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeze in the forest to find summer new&lt;br /&gt;Let every aspiring come clearly through&lt;br /&gt;The dust of the past now got to leave&lt;br /&gt;Bring in the gladness for winter's old grieve&lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling that will come and glow&lt;br /&gt;Rain water rippling away the old snow&lt;br /&gt;Okay to you all know what you need&lt;br /&gt;In thoughts and how fulfillments you read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't any one crossing into something alone&lt;br /&gt;The shifts of each bearing are cold as a stone&lt;br /&gt;The need of life's drifting has come to an end&lt;br /&gt;These wings out of darkness to you were lend&lt;br /&gt;Fly on to the frosty low fly on to spring high&lt;br /&gt;Meet the distances of faraway in the open sky&lt;br /&gt;That lets you drift along to the remote horizon&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of my heart to the lonesome ways gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-3137548280845213263?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3137548280845213263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=3137548280845213263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/3137548280845213263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/3137548280845213263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/breeze-in-forest.html' title='Breeze in the Forest'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-7525846641657790613</id><published>2008-03-19T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:21:54.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Listen To My Song</title><content type='html'>When my heart is lonely and blue&lt;br /&gt;And just wondering about you&lt;br /&gt;When the world outside is all cold&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams to nowhere are true&lt;br /&gt;And to the dark they surely unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to my song of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the song I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I'll be touching out for each caress&lt;br /&gt;That my feelings and paths are bringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every world has its own to care for&lt;br /&gt;Love is something to adjust and to be&lt;br /&gt;We can never be of us assure&lt;br /&gt;Because freedom is to learn and to see&lt;br /&gt;It's all about free will to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to my song to the open air&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the singing from my heart&lt;br /&gt;I will try to reach out and be there&lt;br /&gt;To make each open opportunities start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to my song of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the song I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I'll be touching out for each caress&lt;br /&gt;Which those believes and ways are bringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you touch and bring out of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Anything you stand for on your own&lt;br /&gt;It shall raise each fortress from rubble&lt;br /&gt;Make each struggle for freedom be known&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-7525846641657790613?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7525846641657790613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=7525846641657790613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7525846641657790613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7525846641657790613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-listen-to-my-song.html' title='Just Listen To My 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-4230681013234260747.post-4906143158679964989</id><published>2008-03-19T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:20:57.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Am Here in My Low</title><content type='html'>When I am are in my low&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes in cloudy blue&lt;br /&gt;And the tears from them flow&lt;br /&gt;So my hope is short and through&lt;br /&gt;And each day seems in dark near&lt;br /&gt;Filled with shadows that surround&lt;br /&gt;With a troubled heart in fear&lt;br /&gt;As it goes on with its pound&lt;br /&gt;When everything is feeling small&lt;br /&gt;In my troubled days ahead&lt;br /&gt;With the walls impossible tall&lt;br /&gt;And every emotion down and dead&lt;br /&gt;When the times here go rough&lt;br /&gt;In their instances down and out&lt;br /&gt;Every hour seems like a bluff&lt;br /&gt;Without excitements here about&lt;br /&gt;When my heart's in troubled stairways&lt;br /&gt;Empty gloss only shading grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here then and bring me through&lt;br /&gt;Let my love again reach sky&lt;br /&gt;Come to be and shine on too&lt;br /&gt;Anything that passes here by&lt;br /&gt;Fill my unfilled woes with glowing&lt;br /&gt;Heart of optimistic sine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give what its worth of knowing&lt;br /&gt;So again I shall feel fine&lt;br /&gt;All I ask that I may live on&lt;br /&gt;Till the days from my eyes are gone&lt;br /&gt;All I ask that I may give you&lt;br /&gt;What my heart says it feels true&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine on in your flowing&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a point only feelings can define&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-4906143158679964989?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4906143158679964989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=4906143158679964989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/4906143158679964989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/4906143158679964989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-am-here-in-my-low.html' title='When I Am Here in My Low'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-7660162315333801500</id><published>2008-03-19T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:19:16.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Time</title><content type='html'>Our time’s so fragile and lost in days&lt;br /&gt;Through the wonders of the paths done&lt;br /&gt;Our luck asunder in its many ways&lt;br /&gt;Carrying us through till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Here and there we do understand&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us standing still to reach out&lt;br /&gt;There are so many different ways to command&lt;br /&gt;Through our times and days about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying with our wings to reach high&lt;br /&gt;Not everything will go on flying&lt;br /&gt;Some our hopes shall slip fall and die&lt;br /&gt;But it's worth every aspect of trying&lt;br /&gt;This is how every heart lights its fire&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin till the very end&lt;br /&gt;Every love song is something to desire&lt;br /&gt;Fill with our wishes and realities blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Every line is quite slight in its hold&lt;br /&gt;We will try till we can't achieve no more&lt;br /&gt;Reaching into the forgetfulness of yore&lt;br /&gt;Life is what they gave you - your parents&lt;br /&gt;Use it well and use it wisely too&lt;br /&gt;Everything in a while makes transparence&lt;br /&gt;For the night to catch in and renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-7660162315333801500?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7660162315333801500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=7660162315333801500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7660162315333801500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7660162315333801500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-time.html' title='Our Time'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-572866163939831146</id><published>2008-03-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:18:28.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Through</title><content type='html'>There is always something coming on&lt;br /&gt;Of the dreams that were sometimes lost&lt;br /&gt;Feeling wonderful in moments almost gone&lt;br /&gt;That were here a while and then got tossed&lt;br /&gt;There are ways that inhabit my soul&lt;br /&gt;Filled with radiant and airy calm&lt;br /&gt;Hours that could speak different role&lt;br /&gt;Inside my body and both my palms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through what always seem&lt;br /&gt;Ways of light and shadows dancing&lt;br /&gt;Everything from thought of different stream&lt;br /&gt;That is slightly wild and transfusing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of days and the passing skies&lt;br /&gt;Filled with air and hope of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;As the morning starts and then away flies&lt;br /&gt;Every hour that into thoughts shall borrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glimpse of times passing high&lt;br /&gt;Through the fields and the water that follows&lt;br /&gt;The drifting drops from the cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors pure of the inside hollows&lt;br /&gt;Growing fuel to each your quest&lt;br /&gt;The easy dreams that come and then go&lt;br /&gt;They are pleasing and blessed in their rest&lt;br /&gt;Following wisdom from the meadow's glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-572866163939831146?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/572866163939831146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=572866163939831146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/572866163939831146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/572866163939831146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/drifting-through.html' title='Drifting Through'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-7483098418896180475</id><published>2008-03-19T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:12:21.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Find</title><content type='html'>Come down to your senses&lt;br /&gt;With something to make or try&lt;br /&gt;Other sites have their chances&lt;br /&gt;Each in their low and high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find what has kept them blinding&lt;br /&gt;Anything that goes from two to two&lt;br /&gt;Trying to combine what's binding&lt;br /&gt;Something or everything of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still much to be found&lt;br /&gt;Giving and taking each new risk&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the game that goes round&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsing chases so brisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find what has kept them blinding&lt;br /&gt;Anything that goes from two to two&lt;br /&gt;Trying to combine what's binding&lt;br /&gt;Something or everything of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On water to can flow with the waves&lt;br /&gt;In finding your current to the shore&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts to the days craves&lt;br /&gt;Bring you vanity from its lure&lt;br /&gt;With something or nothing in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find what has kept them blinding&lt;br /&gt;Anything that goes from two to two&lt;br /&gt;Trying to combine what's binding&lt;br /&gt;Something or everything of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find, trying to find, trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find, trying to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find what has kept them blinding&lt;br /&gt;Anything that goes from two to two&lt;br /&gt;Trying to combine what's binding&lt;br /&gt;Something or everything of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find what has kept them blinding&lt;br /&gt;Anything that goes from two to two&lt;br /&gt;Trying to combine what's binding&lt;br /&gt;Something or everything of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is always in its finding way &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-7483098418896180475?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7483098418896180475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=7483098418896180475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7483098418896180475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7483098418896180475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/trying-to-find.html' title='Trying To Find'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-2232971074934347683</id><published>2008-03-19T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:09:42.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Here</title><content type='html'>Come here and be tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams that never go&lt;br /&gt;Catch a phrase or borrow&lt;br /&gt;Live in the moment of flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something in the air&lt;br /&gt;Flowing from inside sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Love songs that arrive here&lt;br /&gt;And your daydreams are keeping&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming stars faraway&lt;br /&gt;Meeting each reality day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of future to come&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies inside bliss&lt;br /&gt;Where every whisper is from&lt;br /&gt;Like that of fairy kiss&lt;br /&gt;You and I darling to say&lt;br /&gt;What we have found in each play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here and be tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Move ahead in this while&lt;br /&gt;There is just joy no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In child's eyes and smile&lt;br /&gt;When they are feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;Giving of their dreams&lt;br /&gt;They are like glowing sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Eyes with a glittering stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs are never drying&lt;br /&gt;When they are whole and real&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere their refrain’s dying&lt;br /&gt;If they come as they feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just like the blue high moon&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to fuel and share&lt;br /&gt;Coming to you very soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-2232971074934347683?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2232971074934347683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=2232971074934347683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/2232971074934347683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/2232971074934347683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/come-here.html' title='Come Here'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-5523963327353389003</id><published>2008-03-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:08:20.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Spring</title><content type='html'>Gold sun rolls around the sphere&lt;br /&gt;Summer set moods from earth brown&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a new love is found there&lt;br /&gt;Filling with fragrances this town&lt;br /&gt;Love woods that climb from sleep&lt;br /&gt;Into the growing’s morning high&lt;br /&gt;The grass that sways to again reap&lt;br /&gt;The morning of new born blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with colors of mellow&lt;br /&gt;Deep from the inside of a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;There were some yesterdays in yellow&lt;br /&gt;Old autumn songs that gave their vow&lt;br /&gt;Today new spring again is coming&lt;br /&gt;Filling the air of sweet perfumed kisses&lt;br /&gt;Once again my heart is blooming&lt;br /&gt;With feelings in winter one misses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling oh darling new rising spring&lt;br /&gt;Give me the twilight of reddish treasure&lt;br /&gt;When the little bluebirds again sing&lt;br /&gt;Filling their heart with love's pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Some say that frosty winter is okay&lt;br /&gt;It gives them so much with the snow&lt;br /&gt;But I say my heart always goes your way&lt;br /&gt;When dawn comes in blossoming glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-5523963327353389003?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5523963327353389003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=5523963327353389003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/5523963327353389003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/5523963327353389003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-spring.html' title='Easter Spring'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-810119019048074273</id><published>2008-03-19T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:03:47.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Night’s Going</title><content type='html'>Day and night still in wintry frost&lt;br /&gt;With pathways to coming spring&lt;br /&gt;Soon the cold shall be crisscrossed&lt;br /&gt;With the coming birds that will sing&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to the newborn green&lt;br /&gt;Filling the air with fresh tones bright&lt;br /&gt;Now is the road to the in between&lt;br /&gt;Soon winter will lose its dimly flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark is going into vivid dawn&lt;br /&gt;With freshness of young that's near&lt;br /&gt;Icily lines of starry deep far-off gown&lt;br /&gt;Soon shall be out of sight from here&lt;br /&gt;Streets of the snow once so glowing&lt;br /&gt;Filled again with daydreams of new&lt;br /&gt;Green leaves of fragrance and growing&lt;br /&gt;Until they come once more through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night in summer to dream&lt;br /&gt;Pending now near from the faraway&lt;br /&gt;Love that's lost comes like a beam&lt;br /&gt;Into hours of the new-fangled day&lt;br /&gt;Giving hope that folds to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;With each door opening up clearly&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming to care for close and near&lt;br /&gt;Springtime and summer I love dearly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-810119019048074273?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/810119019048074273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=810119019048074273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/810119019048074273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/810119019048074273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/winter-nights-going.html' title='Winter Night’s Going'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-8788471181280058629</id><published>2008-03-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:58:50.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Sun Comes Out</title><content type='html'>When the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;There will be so much about&lt;br /&gt;Happiness everywhere around&lt;br /&gt;And into long distances found&lt;br /&gt;Rain shall be there no more&lt;br /&gt;Only the waves from ocean’s floor&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps little bit cloudy in the blue&lt;br /&gt;When summer is coming here through&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love be happy with its smile&lt;br /&gt;These hours are going to be for awhile&lt;br /&gt;With so much fun going on and to do&lt;br /&gt;Freshness inside and here all the way through&lt;br /&gt;Days and the nights to dream on&lt;br /&gt;With everything from old wintry gone&lt;br /&gt;The rising skies of the freshest new &lt;br /&gt;Those that always come out of the blue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes here again soon&lt;br /&gt;To bleach out the iciness of the moon&lt;br /&gt;With every encounter of new love&lt;br /&gt;With its brightly wide sky above&lt;br /&gt;It’s a time when you and I are glad&lt;br /&gt;And with the gone away of the sad&lt;br /&gt;Playing around and having chattering talk&lt;br /&gt;Along the parks and in the woods walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-8788471181280058629?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8788471181280058629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=8788471181280058629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/8788471181280058629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/8788471181280058629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-sun-comes-out.html' title='When the Sun Comes Out'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-1629625393908569312</id><published>2008-03-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:59:06.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Always Be There with You</title><content type='html'>I'll always be there with you&lt;br /&gt;In songs that I love to sing&lt;br /&gt;While hours are flying through&lt;br /&gt;Something of favorites to bring&lt;br /&gt;And a day closes up there high&lt;br /&gt;As the evening is coming in&lt;br /&gt;Away each our thought will fly&lt;br /&gt;Or drift into a different spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much of nonentity&lt;br /&gt;That still needs its care to reach&lt;br /&gt;Fill with its possessed identity&lt;br /&gt;To give of its features and teach&lt;br /&gt;We all have different ground&lt;br /&gt;To bring forward this profusion&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes existence are found&lt;br /&gt;To lead together every infusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day has its own melody&lt;br /&gt;Moods of some reaching kind&lt;br /&gt;Convey out make them all free&lt;br /&gt;Never again to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there with you&lt;br /&gt;Reaching our dreams of living&lt;br /&gt;There is no ending in its queue&lt;br /&gt;Only the ways of each their giving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-1629625393908569312?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1629625393908569312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=1629625393908569312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/1629625393908569312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/1629625393908569312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-always-be-there-with-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Always Be There with 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-4230681013234260747.post-8220289190090744715</id><published>2008-03-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:55:58.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Going By</title><content type='html'>We always had &lt;br /&gt;Our dreams going by&lt;br /&gt;We always had love &lt;br /&gt;Coming here through&lt;br /&gt;And when gray clouds &lt;br /&gt;Filled up the sky&lt;br /&gt;We always could count &lt;br /&gt;Much upon us two&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings were always &lt;br /&gt;Touched by the heart&lt;br /&gt;It gave us something &lt;br /&gt;We both could understand&lt;br /&gt;But now when the moments &lt;br /&gt;Have drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;And some are gone&lt;br /&gt;That we once did command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always had moods &lt;br /&gt;Of low and high&lt;br /&gt;With anything that made &lt;br /&gt;It on to the blue&lt;br /&gt;We did not ask questions &lt;br /&gt;Where or why&lt;br /&gt;Because the answers &lt;br /&gt;Would always be new&lt;br /&gt;We gave each hope &lt;br /&gt;To find and start&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on through &lt;br /&gt;In its precious grand&lt;br /&gt;Some of our love ways &lt;br /&gt;We found in counterpart&lt;br /&gt;Like pebble stones &lt;br /&gt;On smooth surface sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always had &lt;br /&gt;Many dreams going by&lt;br /&gt;Where we two &lt;br /&gt;Would meet half away&lt;br /&gt;Like reaching through&lt;br /&gt;And finding bluest sky&lt;br /&gt;And meeting fresh love&lt;br /&gt;That was here yesterday&lt;br /&gt;All the answers came&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes did go&lt;br /&gt;Finding their new way&lt;br /&gt;To become more or less&lt;br /&gt;And before it was over&lt;br /&gt;We both would know&lt;br /&gt;How ways could turn out&lt;br /&gt;And be a hopeless caress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-8220289190090744715?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8220289190090744715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=8220289190090744715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/8220289190090744715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/8220289190090744715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-going-by.html' title='A Dream Going By'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-4805465586463634613</id><published>2008-03-14T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:15:11.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Promise</title><content type='html'>Meet the stars where they fly&lt;br /&gt;In the deep of the faraway&lt;br /&gt;Through the dim on night sky&lt;br /&gt;Before dawn of a new day&lt;br /&gt;The feelings inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;Will show you where to go&lt;br /&gt;Traveling roads differences apart&lt;br /&gt;Is the way to find and know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my love inside of dreams&lt;br /&gt;With stars in gleaming bright&lt;br /&gt;It shall give its glowing beams&lt;br /&gt;Through the haze of smoky night&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to be what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Something to sense again so true&lt;br /&gt;Instances of fondness becoming real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meet me on love's own crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Where continuation fiery desire is&lt;br /&gt;I have tried many shading codes&lt;br /&gt;But never found a happiness bliss&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to be what I’m able&lt;br /&gt;Something to sense again for true&lt;br /&gt;In a world unsecure and unstable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-4805465586463634613?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4805465586463634613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=4805465586463634613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/4805465586463634613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/4805465586463634613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-promise.html' title='And I Promise'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-4388071396160224436</id><published>2008-03-14T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:19:25.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Moments</title><content type='html'>Meet the moments &lt;br /&gt;That flow here on&lt;br /&gt;Days that have nothing &lt;br /&gt;Or everything&lt;br /&gt;Soon those surge dreams &lt;br /&gt;Are all gone&lt;br /&gt;Only like a song &lt;br /&gt;That in hearts will sing&lt;br /&gt;Days that go &lt;br /&gt;What did they ever give?&lt;br /&gt;If there is nothing &lt;br /&gt;Of its memories&lt;br /&gt;Roads to our hard work &lt;br /&gt;We once did live&lt;br /&gt;Ways of destiny&lt;br /&gt; Inner touches treasuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the sky &lt;br /&gt;Full of its cloudy hope&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is forever &lt;br /&gt;In the way they drift&lt;br /&gt;Life's a movement &lt;br /&gt;Filled with new scope&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere between &lt;br /&gt;Is our own gift&lt;br /&gt;Something to say &lt;br /&gt;And move you ahead&lt;br /&gt;Playing with everything &lt;br /&gt;That you have got&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts &lt;br /&gt;In the phrases you read&lt;br /&gt;Fillings with wants &lt;br /&gt;Of what you have not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet every distance &lt;br /&gt;In its holding’s way&lt;br /&gt;Something will come &lt;br /&gt;Of it one day bound&lt;br /&gt;There in are colors &lt;br /&gt;And the shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;Anything of purpose &lt;br /&gt;In pound by pound&lt;br /&gt;Lets every reason &lt;br /&gt;Have its giving approach&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stop it &lt;br /&gt;From flowing right in&lt;br /&gt;Give its aspiring &lt;br /&gt;Get-up-and-go encroach&lt;br /&gt;There is just one means &lt;br /&gt;- lose not but win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This lyric poem was originally written like this:&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the moments that flow here on&lt;br /&gt;Days that have nothing or everything&lt;br /&gt;Soon those surge dreams are all gone&lt;br /&gt;Only like a song that in hearts will sing&lt;br /&gt;Days that go what did they ever give?&lt;br /&gt;If there is nothing of its memories&lt;br /&gt;Roads to our hard work we once did live&lt;br /&gt;Ways of destiny inner touch treasuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the sky full of its cloudy hope&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is forever in the way they drift&lt;br /&gt;Life's a movement filled of its strop&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere between is our own gift&lt;br /&gt;Something to say and move you ahead&lt;br /&gt;Playing with everything that you have got&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts in the phrases you read&lt;br /&gt;Fillings with wants of what you have not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet every distance in its holding’s way&lt;br /&gt;Something will come of it one day bound&lt;br /&gt;There in are colors and the shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;Anything of purpose in pound by pound&lt;br /&gt;Lets every reason have its own approach&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stop it from flowing right in&lt;br /&gt;Give its aspiring get-up-and-go encroach&lt;br /&gt;There is just one means - lose not but win)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-4388071396160224436?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4388071396160224436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=4388071396160224436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/4388071396160224436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/4388071396160224436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-moments.html' title='Meet the Moments'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-3919133882208225882</id><published>2008-03-14T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:04:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill My Fire</title><content type='html'>Stand by me for another day&lt;br /&gt;And fill my empty bluing heart&lt;br /&gt;There are turning in directions way&lt;br /&gt;To each find and from each start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Till the day is gone to blue&lt;br /&gt;Fill my fire the night through&lt;br /&gt;Of sweetness from you&lt;br /&gt;Let my life begin again&lt;br /&gt;With its mixture and its strain&lt;br /&gt;Love is heartfelt pain&lt;br /&gt;In disguise or simple and plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is of burning desire&lt;br /&gt;Close to you and never departing&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart in its fire&lt;br /&gt;Till again we in distance are starting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have you like a love song&lt;br /&gt;Something to do and bring close&lt;br /&gt;For every beat that is still young&lt;br /&gt;I will raise in each its goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is of burning desire&lt;br /&gt;Close to you and never departing&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart in its fire&lt;br /&gt;Till again we in distance are starting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to you and never departing&lt;br /&gt;Close to you from where we are starting&lt;br /&gt;Close to you close up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so true for two by two&lt;br /&gt;Always in emotions from inside this&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong it's all up to you&lt;br /&gt;How it comes and why it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Till the day is gone to blue&lt;br /&gt;Fill my fire the night through&lt;br /&gt;Of sweetness from you&lt;br /&gt;Let my life begin again&lt;br /&gt;With its mixture and its strain&lt;br /&gt;Love is heartfelt pain&lt;br /&gt;In disuse or simple and plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is of burning desire&lt;br /&gt;Close to you and never departing&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart in its fire&lt;br /&gt;Till again we in distance are starting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-3919133882208225882?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3919133882208225882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=3919133882208225882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/3919133882208225882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/3919133882208225882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/fill-my-fire.html' title='Fill My Fire'/><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-4230681013234260747.post-7136550401658826505</id><published>2008-03-14T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:03:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sometimes I Feel</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can’t find what surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;For it’s so vast in its everyday going to be&lt;br /&gt;Full of its time’s from past gone memory&lt;br /&gt;Stuck inside this love that once was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to gray skies up high&lt;br /&gt;Filling empty spaces that surrounds&lt;br /&gt;Living for hours that die&lt;br /&gt;Into the dreams that shall on fly&lt;br /&gt;Onto the giving of notions that mounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I had somewhere to reach out and contact&lt;br /&gt;Bring in those longings that age had blacked&lt;br /&gt;Something once ready even if still in its intact&lt;br /&gt;Living its emptiness that nothing could enact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to gray skies up high&lt;br /&gt;Filling empty spaces that surrounds&lt;br /&gt;Living for hours that die&lt;br /&gt;Into the dreams that shall on fly&lt;br /&gt;Onto the giving of notions that mounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sometimes I feel I’m lost there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;A dream in dim mislaid without its day prayer&lt;br /&gt;With only behaviors no one could prepare&lt;br /&gt;Always so unfilled and always so unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to gray skies up high&lt;br /&gt;Filling empty spaces that surrounds…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230681013234260747-7136550401658826505?l=meet-the-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7136550401658826505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230681013234260747&amp;postID=7136550401658826505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7136550401658826505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230681013234260747/posts/default/7136550401658826505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meet-the-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-sometimes-i-feel.html' title='Oh Sometimes I Feel'/><author><name>Peter S. 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