"Elusive Inspiration"

Lurking in the embers of creation

the elusive being of mystery

known only as inspiration

waits for them to write a story.

It wanders the planes forbidden

flying over dreaming mortals

seeking out what's hidden

while creating secret portals.

In the nighttime stop and listen

to the fluttering of fingers,

in the morning as dew glistens

the composed words tend to linger.

Ideas will come and they cannot hide

from that which they possess inside.

Author's Note: Well this is my second attempt at a sonnet. I used the Shakespearian style with the rhyme scheme ababcdcdefefgg. Also, I even managed to use iambic pentameter (where the line reverts back and forth from an unstressed syllable to a stressed other words poetry type stuff). It's difficult to write because of that and imbuing meaning with the rhymes while having underlying symbolism, quite an enjoyable challenge if you ever have the time to enter the realm of strictly structured poetry. *Winks and eyes motion to review button* Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.