Resurgam

Can one’s passion ever run out It happens for sure, I’ve no doubt When hearts get overworked and tired Ever more rarely get inspired When soft brown earth is arid sand There is something to understand The mind begins to play its tricks Scattering emotional bricks That once might have built something strong Dreams forgotten before too long Yet deep inside there’s still a seed That to its new growth has agreed And perhaps to blossom once more In the warm glow of love, I’m sure And passions are re-energised