So I indulge myself every now and again in my favorite genre of movies. I know it's rather strange, but I do enjoy the "Notebook" and "Last Song" style movies that touch every sense of life, in my opinion. While watching "Charlie St. Cloud" I was reintroduced to a wise poet whom I really would have loved to meet. E.E. Cummings is a wise man with a witty and insightful soul. I feel as though we would have had many similarities to discuss while on the front porch of a country pub with a mug of brew and a nice fresh cuban. Though all are wise one phrase has taught me that we are all poets, not necessarily of words but of passion. We all are in search of some sort of greatness that we will go to any depths to attain. So it has been said

"Such was a poet and shall be and is--who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand"

Fire sets in just as the water starts to flood.
Sand fills the lake to seal its flow to the thirsty
Defying the people is now the quest.
'Tis fickle, this heart
and fragile as I pine for mercy
You are on your way and I shall soon see refuge