Blossom Blue Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a day and there's a night
Every coming blossom blue
There is a night and there's light
And some love still coming through
Night becomes day and day becomes young
All of the hearts keep going
Let us hear the wild wind how it's strong
Every blow of time knowing

There is a blossom there is a life
Inside their gardens of love
Let me hear your whisper let me know your strife
Like the drifting clouds above
Here I go singing another winter song
Into the night and futures going
Once I did long to still be young
But now I'm old and my wrinkles showing

There is alive and there is a death
All in the times of our own thoughts
Simple minded strategy and Macbeth
Leaves of our history and all of its shots
Give me a reason and give me a song
For dreams that are going and falling
Everything is from the heart inside strong
Till days of the futures are calling