February

The month of February is a time
when winter's grip is hard and cold and deep.
The days are short, the nights are long and grim,
and all the world seems frozen in a sleep.

But in this barren season of the year,
there is a hidden spark of life and fire.
A promise of the spring that is so near,
a stirring of the heart's immortal desire.

For February is the month of love,
when lovers celebrate their sacred bond.
They share their joys and sorrows, hopes and fears,
and find in each other a true respond.

And so I sing of February's grace,
that warms the soul in this dark and lonely place.

February

Always Thinking About You

You are the light that guides my every day
You are the music that fills my every night
You are the beauty that brightens my every sight
You are the joy that lifts my every dismay

You are the dream that haunts my every sleep
You are the fire that warms my every cold
You are the treasure that enriches my every hold
You are the love that deepens my every keep

You are the star that shines in my every sky
You are the flower that blooms in my every spring
You are the bird that sings in my every wing
You are the life that breathes in my every sigh

You are the one that I think of all the time
You are always on my mind, and you are mine

Always Thinking About You

Blue Sky Dreams

In the canvas of the blue sky, dreams take flight,
Carried on the wings of clouds, bathed in light.
Each dream a star, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us through life's endless fight.

In the quiet of the day, under the sun's warm glow,
We find solace in dreams, as the soft winds blow.
Each dream a promise, a seed we sow,
In the fertile ground of hope, where dreams grow.

As dusk falls, and the stars begin to gleam,
We find comfort in the silence of a dream.
For in dreams, we find a theme,
A melody in life's complex scheme.

So here's to dreams, to the blue sky's beam,
To the silent symphony of a dream.

Blue Sky Dreams

Peaceful Winds

Upon the tranquil sea of azure skies,
The peaceful winds of freedom softly blow.
They whisper tales of peace that never dies,
In lands where seeds of harmony we sow.

These zephyrs, they do carry freedom's song,
Across the verdant fields and mountains high.
They tell us that to peace, we all belong,
Underneath the vast, unending sky.

In every heart, these winds of peace do stir,
A longing for a world free of strife.
With every gust, our hopes they do confer,
For peaceful winds breathe liberty to life.

So let us heed the call of peaceful winds,
Where the journey to a tranquil world begins.

Peaceful Winds

Hope

Hope, like a bird, takes flight at break of day,
In hearts it sings, a tune both sweet and clear.
Yet oft as not, it flutters far away,
Leaving us alone with naught but fear.

Yet fear not, for Hope is a fickle friend,
It comes and goes, as the tides ebb and flow.
In darkest night, its absence may offend,
But with the dawn, again its light will show.

So let not your heart be troubled by its leave,
For Hope, once gone, will surely return anew.
In its absence, we learn how to believe,
In its presence, our spirits are imbued.

So comes and goes Hope, yet leaves behind a trace,
A beacon of light in the human race.

Hope

Now That Time Goes On

Now that time goes on, in ceaseless flow,
Each moment fleeting, like a shadow's throw.
In the heart of day, or the still of night,
Time's relentless march, is our only right.

Each sunrise and sunset, a testament to change,
In this vast cosmic dance, so beautifully strange.
Yet in each passing moment, a truth to be found,
That time, like a circle, is eternally round.

So let us not mourn, for what has been lost,
But celebrate each moment, whatever the cost.
For time is a river, that to the sea must run,
In the grand tapestry of life, under the setting sun.

Now That Time Goes On

Times Of Love

In times of love, we trace the heart's old song,
Through memories' halls, where echoes long to stay.
Each note a whisper, of rights and the wrong,
In the dance of love, where past and present sway.

The softest touch, a moment's fleeting glance,
Locked in memory's unyielding stance.
A laugh, a tear, a sweetened romance,
In the theater of love, we find our dance.

Yet love's not just the joy, but also the pain,
In memories etched, like the summer's rain.
For every sun must also wane,
In love, we find life's richest vein.

So here's to love, in all its glory,
A never-ending, timeless story.

Times Of Love

On A Winter’s Day

On a winter's day, when the world is white,
And the air is crisp with a frosty bite.
Snowflakes fall in a silent ballet,
Dancing and twirling in their own soiree.

Trees stand bare, their leaves all shed,
Wearing a coat of white instead.
The sun is hidden, the sky is grey,
Yet beauty abounds on a winter's day.

Footprints mark the virgin snow,
Telling tales of where we go.
In the quiet, you can hear the play,
Of the wind on a winter's day.

So let us cherish, come what may,
The simple joy of a winter's day.

On A Winter's Day

Winter Ice

In Iceland's heart, where winter's ice does dwell,
Its crystal form, a spectacle so grand.
Reflecting light, in countless hues it fell,
A frozen sea, across the barren land.

The sun descends, the ice in twilight's hold,
Each flake a star, in the dark sky of night.
A tale of time, in every facet told,
In silence stands, beneath the pale moonlight.

Yet in its heart, a warmth does still reside,
For even ice, by life is not forsaken.
In winter's grip, where spirits often hide,
By ice's touch, are they not all awakened?

So stands the ice, in winter's stern embrace,
A testament to Iceland's stoic grace.

Winter Ice Reggae

Night O Soft Night

Night O Soft Night, in winter's cold embrace,
Thy gentle touch, a solace in the frost.
In thy dark cloak, the world finds its lost grace,
And in thy silence, no whispers are lost.

The moon, thy lantern, in the sky so high,
Guides the lost souls through the winter's night.
Stars twinkle softly, like a lullaby,
In thy vast canvas, a breathtaking sight.

Snowflakes fall gently, each a silent prayer,
To thee, O Night, in winter's cold domain.
In thy soft darkness, all burdens we bear,
Find peace and rest, free from the day's strain.

Night O Soft Night, in winter's cold delight,
Thou art a refuge in the endless night.

Night O Soft Night

Life's Ways

In life's grand tapestry of joy and strife,
We weave our threads with hands both firm and frail.
Each dawn brings forth the miracle of life,
Each dusk ushers in the shadow of the veil.

The laughter of the day, the tears of night,
Are but the rhythm to which our hearts sway.
In every moment, dark or bathed in light,
We dance the intricate ballet of life's ways.

Yet, as we live, so too must we resign,
To the silent whisper of mortality.
The final thread in every life's design,
Is cut with the shears of inevitability.

So live each day, for life's sweet song is brief,
And in its singing, find your joy, your grief.

Life's Ways

Hello, Goodbye

Hello Goodbye, a phrase of joy and woe,
In life's grand theatre, a constant show.
Birth greets with hello, death with a goodbye,
Between the two, time does swiftly fly.

Hello to dawn's light, goodbye to night's glow,
To love's sweet whispers, and heartache's low blow.
Seasons come and go, in endless supply,
To each, we say hello, and then goodbye.

In every hello, hides a future goodbye,
In every ending, beginnings lie.
The ebb and flow of life, a ceaseless tide,
In every moment, both reside.

So here's to life, its hellos and goodbyes,
In their dance, the beauty of life lies.

Hello, Goodbye

Baby Eyes

Winter Afternoon

Winter Roads 2

Beautiful Night

Mystical Dawn

In the quiet of the mystical dawn, a hush,
The world, in the tender grip of morning's blush.
A silence so profound, it whispers in the light,
Unveiling the day, dispelling the night.

The sun, a golden orb, ascends the sky,
Its radiant beams, on the dew-kissed leaves lie.
The world awakens, in the dawn's embrace,
Bathed in the glow of the sun's gentle grace.

Mystical dawn, a moment caught in time,
A symphony of nature, beautifully sublime.
In this tranquil hour, as day begins anew,
The world is touched by a light so true.

In the mystical dawn, life's beauty is shown,
In every ray of light, hope is sown.

Mystical Dawn

Open Roads 2

Open roads to new frontlines beckon me,
Unfamiliar paths, where will they lead?
Each turn, each bend, a new mystery,
In every journey, a new seed.

The horizon calls with a silent shout,
Promising tales of the unknown.
With every mile, I cast out doubt,
In every landscape, my mind has grown.

New frontlines in the distance lie,
Beyond the comfort of the known.
Underneath the vast, open sky,
I find a strength that's all my own.

On open roads, my spirit thrives,
In every journey, the soul arrives.

Open Roads 2

Yesterdays Are Gone

In the quiet hush of dawn's first light,
Gone are yesterdays, lost to night's flight.
Memories linger, like whispers in the wind,
Fleeting and faint, where do they end?

Yesterday's laughter, yesterday's tears,
Vanished in the ether of the passing years.
Yet in our hearts, they find their stay,
Invisible threads, they pull at today.

Yesterdays are gone, yet within they reside,
In every heartbeat, in every stride.
In the mirror of now, in the echo of then,
Yesterdays are gone, till we meet them again.

In the dance of time, in the song of the sun,
Yesterdays are gone, but their echoes live on".

Yesterdays Are Gone

Magical Forest

Magical Forest, where dreams intertwine,
In your heart, ancient secrets reside.
Underneath the canopy, stars align,
In your silence, our spirits confide.

Moonlight dances on leaves of emerald green,
Whispering tales of the old, the unseen.
In your depths, we lose and find our way,
Guided by the light of the milky way.

Your roots run deep, your branches reach high,
In your embrace, time seems to fly.
Oh, Magical Forest, in you we trust,
Your magic transforms the star-dust.

In your enchanting, endless night,
We find ourselves in the soft moonlight.

Magical Forest

Purple Flowers

The purple flowers in the garden bloom,
And fill the air with fragrance and delight.
They do not heed the winter's cold and gloom,
But bravely face the frost and snow and blight.

They are the emblems of the poet's soul,
That strives to find the beauty in the world.
They are the symbols of the lover's goal,
To win the heart of his beloved girl.

They are the tokens of the mystic's quest,
To pierce the veil of mystery and awe.
They are the signs of the rebel's protest,
To challenge tyranny and unjust law.

The purple flowers in the garden grow,
And in their petals, all the secrets show.

Purple Flowers

Freedom Road

Upon the path of Freedom Road we tread,
Beneath the sky's vast canvas overhead.
Each step a choice, each choice a silent vow,
To honor freedom, to that end we bow.

The road is long, and winding is its course,
Guided by the stars with gentle force.
Through valleys deep, and over mountains high,
Underneath the vast, unending sky.

Yet, Freedom Road is more than earth and stone,
It's the spirit's path, by the heart alone.
For freedom isn't found in decree,
But in the soul that yearns to be free.

So, tread lightly on this hallowed ground,
For it's here that true freedom is found.

Freedom Road

Stand Together

Stand Together, for freedom we unite,
In the face of tyranny, we show our might.
Each voice a beacon, in the darkest night,
Our collective strength, our guiding light.

In the shadow of oppression, we find our way,
Stand Together, for freedom, we dare to say.
The bonds that bind us, they cannot fray,
In unity, we keep the wolves at bay.

For freedom's song, in our hearts, does play,
A symphony of hope, in the light of day.
Stand Together, let us not delay,
For in our unity, freedom will stay.

So, Stand Together, come what may,
For freedom, together, we'll pave the way.

Stand Together

Winter Beauty

In winter's grasp, a beauty stark and bold,
Beneath the moon's pale glow, it shines so bright.
The snowflakes fall, a sight to behold,
In the quiet of the cold winter's night.

Trees stand bare, their shadows long and lean,
On the snow-covered ground, a pristine white.
In the chill of the air, a scene serene,
Under the starry blanket of the night.

Winter's beauty, in its silence lies,
In the frosty morning's soft, golden light.
The world awakens, the sun slowly rises,
Breaking the spell of the long, cold night.

So here's to winter, with its beauty so grand,
A magical spectacle, across the land.

Winter Beauty

Silent Picture

Silent Picture, a tale of yesteryears,
In frames of silver, shadows of the past.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,
Moments captured, too precious to outlast.

Faces frozen in monochrome delight,
Eyes that sparkle with stories untold.
In their silence, they whisper through the night,
Of love and loss, of the young and the old.

They dance in the light, they hide in the shade,
In their silence, a thousand words they speak.
In their stillness, no gestures do fade,
Of the strong, of the meek, of the bold, of the bleak.

Silent Picture, in your frames we peek,
A silent river, of the past, you speak.

Silent Picture

Second Shade

Second Shade, a tale of shadows cast,
In hues of time, echoes of the past.
Shades of joy, shades of tears,
Faded memories of forgotten years.

Faces etched in the canvas of time,
Eyes that hold tales, sublime.
In their depth, they hold the night,
Of love and loss, of delight and fright.

They dance in the dusk, they hide in the dawn,
In their shades, a life is drawn.
In their silence, no tales do fade,
Of the strong, of the meek, of the bold, of the afraid.

Second Shade, in your hues we seek,
A silent echo, of the past, you speak.

Second Shade

Ups And Downs

In life's grand theatre of silent plays,
Where joy and sorrow wear their own disguises,
The ups and downs, like night and day's,
Are but the universe's own devices.

The peak of joy, so radiant, so high,
Is but a moment in the cosmic dance.
The depth of sorrow, though it makes us sigh,
Is just another chance for life's advance.

For every up, a down must surely follow,
As sure as dawn comes after the night.
The heart that's full today, tomorrow hollow,
In life's eternal, ever-changing light.

So fear not the downs, for they too shall pass,
In life's great symphony of contrast vast.

Ups And Downs

Dreams Come And Go Today

In dreams that come and go, we find our way,
Through starlit paths and moon's soft silver ray.
Yet dreams, like fleeting shadows, fade with light,
Lost in the silent chorus of the night.

Today we dream, tomorrow holds the key,
To realms unseen, to what we're meant to be.
Yet dreams, like morning dew, in sunlight wane,
And what was dreamt may never come again.

Yet in each dream, a seed of hope is sown,
A promise of a path to the unknown.
Though dreams come and go, in heart they stay,
Guiding us through life's winding, twisted way.

So dream today, for dreams light up the night,
In dreams, we find our purpose, our delight.

Dreams Come And Go Today

Bring The Sunshine In

Bring the sunshine into your heart, let it in,
Banish the shadows, let the light begin.
With every dawn, a new day starts,
A chance to warm the coldest parts.

The sun, a beacon in the sky,
Its golden rays, a sweet lullaby.
In every heart, it plants a seed,
A ray of hope in times of need.

So let the sunshine fill your soul,
Mend the broken, make you whole.
In every dusk, in every dawn,
The sun's love is never withdrawn.

Bring the sunshine into your heart, my friend,
And feel the joy that has no end.

Bring The Sunshine In

Vast Darkhole

Vast Darkhole, you are a mystery profound,
Deep dark, deep unknown, where light is lost.
Your silence, a haunting, hollow sound,
A realm where life pays the ultimate cost.

In your abyss, stars and dreams are swallowed,
An enigma, a puzzle, a cosmic riddle.
By your vastness, even time is hallowed,
In your depths, existence is belittled.

Yet, within your darkness, beauty resides,
Galaxies born from your cosmic dust.
In your emptiness, the universe confides,
In your silence, the cosmos entrusts.

Vast Darkhole, deep dark, deep unknown,
In your mystery, our curiosity has grown.

Vast Darkhole

Summer Hopes

Summer hopes bloom like wildflowers in the sun,
Their petals unfurling with each dawn's kiss,
Promising warmth, days stretched out and fun,
A season of dreams, a sweet, fleeting bliss.

The days grow long, and skies are painted blue,
As if the heavens themselves conspire to please,
In meadows, laughter dances, hearts renew,
And whispers of forever ride the breeze.

Yet summer hopes, like fireflies at dusk,
Flit through our fingers, elusive and frail,
They wane as shadows lengthen, hearts may rust,
But still, we chase their glow, our spirits sail.

So let us seize the warmth, the golden hours,
Embrace the sun-kissed dreams, our souls' wild flowers.

Summer Hopes

O Love Remember Me

O Love, remember me when shadows fall,
When twilight weaves its veil of soft despair.
In whispered winds, let memories enthrall,
And bind my name to every breath of air.

When stars ignite, their distant flames alight,
And moonbeams kiss the ocean's silver crest,
Let echoes of our love take flight tonight,
Across the vast expanse where dreams find rest.

O Love, remember me in fragrant blooms,
In petals kissed by dewdrops' tender grace.
Let time unravel, weaving ancient looms,
And trace our love through every time and space.

Though seasons shift, and earthly days may wane,
O Love, in memory's embrace, we shall remain.

O Love Remember Me

Road to Ireland

Upon the road to Ireland's heart I tread,
Through emerald hills where ancient whispers sing,
The Celtic winds, they dance and gently swing,
As myths and legends weave the path ahead.

The Cliffs of Moher, where sea and sky are wed,
Stand tall as guardians, in majesty they cling,
To stories old, where faeries take to wing,
And rugged beauty generously spread.

In Dublin's streets, the poets' words still echo,
A tapestry of history unfurled,
The Liffey's flow, a constant, steadfast fellow,
Reflects the pulse of this enchanting world.

Each stone and stream, the isle's enduring soul,
On road to Ireland, I am whole and whole.

Road To Ireland

Summer Nights

In the rhythm of the sultry summer air,
Nights swing to the beat of the stars above.
Jazz notes float, weaving through the evening fair,
As moonbeams glide, they croon a song of love.

The city pulses, alive with vibrant tunes,
Saxophones cry, trumpets blare in delight.
Under the spell of the syncopated moons,
Every shadow dances into the night.

Breezes whisper secrets in a mellow tone,
The scent of blooming jasmine fills the stage.
Laughter rings, in this moment fully grown,
A melody of joy, ageless and sage.

Summer nights, a jazz piece played just right,
A symphony of dreams in the soft twilight.

Summer Nights

Let Love Come Sweet

Let love come sweet, like morning's gentle kiss,
A dew-kissed rose that blooms in quiet grace,
Its fragrance lingering, a whispered bliss,
As sunbeams trace the contours of your face.

Let love come swift, like rivers to the sea,
Unyielding currents, hearts entwined as one,
In depths where secrets dance, forever free,
And moonlight weaves a tale that's just begun.

Let love come fierce, a tempest's wild embrace,
A tempest that defies the calm of night,
Yet leaves no trace of sorrow in its wake,
For love, unbridled, knows no wrong or right.

So let love come, sweet, swift, and fierce, my dear,
And write our story in the stars, crystal clear.

Let Love Come Sweet

Impulses Of Life

Impulses of life, like rivers, flow and bend,
From heart to mind, through veins and sinews' grace.
They surge, they ebb, they twist, they seek their end,
A dance of fire, a fleeting, restless race.

Desire ignites the spark, a primal flame,
To taste the sweetness of forbidden fruit.
Ambition drives us onward, fuels our aim,
As dreams take flight, our purpose takes root.

Yet in these currents, shadows also play,
The darker urges, hidden deep within.
They pull us down, entice us to betray,
And test our will against the tide's fierce spin.

So let us choose our impulses with care,
For life's true course lies in the choices rare.

Impulses Of Life

After Midnight

In the stillness after midnight's chime,
Where shadows dance in the moon's pale light,
The world lies hushed, as if frozen in time,
And stars whisper secrets to the night.

The owl's soft hoot, a lone sentinel's call,
Echoes through the forest's silent halls.
The fox prowls, the badger makes his rounds,
All creatures move under night's dark shawl.

The river glimmers, a silver thread,
Winding through meadows, asleep in their beds.
The wind carries dreams from faraway lands,
Rustling leaves with its invisible hands.

After midnight, the earth breathes deep,
In the sacred hours when secrets keep.

After Midnight

Night Dreams

When midnight's veil descends, the world grows still,
And shadows weave their secrets in the dark,
The moon, a silver coin, hangs low and chill,
As if the night itself were leaving its mark.

In dreams, the stars converse with silent trees,
Their whispered tales of longing and desire,
The wind, a lover's breath, stirs memories,
And moonbeams trace the contours of our fire.

The owl, a sage, interprets hidden signs,
While foxes dance, their paws on dew-kissed earth,
And spirits wander through the moonlit pines,
Seeking solace in the quiet of rebirth.

Night dreams unfold, a tapestry of grace,
Where souls commune in this enchanted space.

Night  Dreams

Recollections

Beneath the twilight of our yesterdays,
Memories like leaves, in the wind they sway,
Each one a story, tinted with malaise,
Or gilded with the gold of a sun's ray.

The tower stands, amidst the aging trees,
Its stones hold whispers of the ancient lore,
Where shadows dance to the old melodies,
And time's soft footsteps tread the wooden floor.

In dreams, I walk through halls of bygone days,
The laughter and the tears, they echo still,
A tapestry of love, in mystic haze,
Woven by the heart's indomitable will.

Recollections, in the mind's eye they gleam,
A hauntingly beautiful, forgotten dream.

Recollections

Keep On Going, In The Sunshine

Keep on going, in the sunshine's warm embrace,
Where golden rays kiss every blade of grass,
Through meadows green, with laughter in each space,
We'll dance along the path that time won't pass.

The sun, our guide, whispers secrets to the breeze,
Its light ignites our hearts, forever free,
In every step, a promise to seize,
The joy of life, the song of you and me.

Through valleys deep and mountains high we'll roam,
With hope as bright as sunflowers in bloom,
Our love, a compass guiding us back home,
Together, we'll chase dreams beyond the gloom.

So let the sun be witness to our flight,
Keep on going, love, forever in its light.

Keep On Going, In The Sunshine

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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