We who would be poets write for love. <br /> Just as every other living being <br /> Sifts through vast and complex fragments of <br /> Infinity, so near, yet vaguely fleeing, <br /> We, too, seek in rhythmic thought, that love <br /> That stirs the universe, the spirit freeing. <br /> Every creature reaches out to blend <br /> In substance, with this one desired end-- <br /> <br /> Insects, dancing through the sunlit grass, <br /> Concert masters drawing forth sweet harmony; <br /> Each performing in a separate class <br /> Joins in heartbeats of eternity.<br /><br />Ann McGough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-who-would-be-poets/
