Three Centimeters Short

At the congregation of poets
Words moved the world
Words moved the heart
With their pens they wrote
Each line a beautiful thought
As the evening meeting continued
Each line they read
Took them further
Down beauty’s road
Every step was a dream
And they were free to roam
Even as the night turned to dawn
They went on and on
With their dreams and thoughts
They explored for miles and miles.
When the words stopped
They went home
For their dreams could no longer cater
Too bad, for you began
Three centimeters later