don't take for granted

that a door that was once open,

can be barred and locked shut...

hey you..

once you've experienced this,

you won't forget it

once you've lost it,

you won't miss it

once you're put through it again

you remember what you had left behind...

because i was reminded

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

It is born by Pablo Neruda