poets too have phases
the same as laymen,
the soldiers and marines,
the men of sky,
those with big dreams
and those with few,
let us not forget
the lovers left waiting
as well beloved adventuring.
They can go on
days without any care
of why they do.
Their passion, not there.
Their desire to move
was different from before,
suddenly they are urged
to follow a dream
entirely new and fresh.
They can go on
even months or years,
but the starting drive,
that one tiny spark
that they began with
will be like wildfire.
They may have matured,
a lot or less,
but they will remember.
The poet will sing,
the writer will write,
the laymen will return
to where it started,
the soldiers and marine
will go back home,
the same with pilots
who will, with certainy,
land back on land,
the dreamers will dream
continuing on what halted,
and the separated lovers
will one day reunite.
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