You see an image,
There in the darkest recesses,
Conjured up and born of something.
A spark of insight
Perhaps from a dream remembered
And you add just a bit of your magic
And with hands that become greedy to begin,
To start now on the precious creation,
The pieces put together to become a part of who you are,
Or who you were if not noticed
Till long after you fly away.
But it will be passed around
And the thought will arise,
How neat, I wonder how they thought of it
And it really won’t matter because it will be here,
This mysterious wonderful thing,
Like stone horses reaching into the deepest sea
To drink the nectar of life,
To stir a quiet sense of inspiration
For bigger and better things,
And that’s is what makes something new,
Unseen before now
And what had been a speck in the mind
Now permanent in the mind
For as long as it can recall.
Look around, what is it that you see that no one else can, what can you call your own,
What can you share of the magic you hold,
Who will see it and smile in understanding and awe
Like a lightbulb moment of Wow…I wish I would have thought of that.
More errant thoughts running amok,
Drinking in the vibration
Waiting on the edge of the “ah, yes. There it is at long last.”