Now Blow Blow.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Blow blow wind now blow
for times are coming to dark,
and autumn is on its go
with wonderful singing of the lark.
The dreams will then follow
and give its magic while,
to wonderments, you'll go
and find its deep beguile.

It's there made for all
and giving so much from inside,
when starry magic's call
and glow for you as a guide.
Into the deep of wondering
and flows of the dim night
when a searcher is pondering
into the afar going light.

Now blow blow wind now blow
the destiny of deep awaits you,
in all its night wonderment glow
that gets its dreams through.
When imaginations are flying
and finding its own deep way,
and fairytales together tying
the night and the coming day.