To all the poets
Waiting for those moments
Drowning in the sea
Waiting for answers and wanting to flee
Pushed to the endless quay
Searching for a way to be free
Free from the ugly truth
Which leads to the unknown proof
Proof to wonder in despair
Despair for the destination unknown
Unknown to thee, preferably to be mean
Mean..A result of loss and not seen
Seen as a vulnerable being
Being to flourish and agreeing
agreeing, accepting us
Forgetting the past
your canvas and hues
Colour it and be a flute
sing your song
play along
Your destination awaits
For your passion is never belated
We are here, awaken and blessed.