There is a difference when
A man writes to write
When he is looking to be
Or not
When he is drawn out slowly
Or even enticed
By similar thought
The difference wherein
Be it seen or not
Is available still in the smiling thee
In the unbiased quiet of wishing
Of wells
And in the sky of an almost knowing singular hope
Beneath wings of birds once free indeed
Once driven from the land of having
Or wandering into lost passages tall
Therewith burning fiery glowing alone
You should know
That he does speak his own tone
And if he gives you these
Such seas and oceans of well known
Then be pleased
For it is you who he then loves alone
Most ardent and true
In an earthy word song definitively long
And in the thought of throng, it is you alight
For there is a difference when
A man writes to write
And when he doesn't, he is wrong