Inspiration
Where do you hail from?
You dark and fleeting thing.
From where do you come?
From what well do you spring?
Like a little bird,
In my mind�s eye you soar.
Whispers I have heard,
But never heard before.
You cast your magic,
I am at your command.
It would be tragic,
Not to have you at hand.
You fill me with things,
That I have to express.
What pleasure your touch brings,
Joys I can�t repress.
When you fly away,
To what place do you go?
Don�t leave me today,
In this ebb and flow.
On your wings I fly,
On you I will depend.
Just don�t ask me why,
My true, but moody friend.
