Inspiration - Poem - June '04

Inspiration lingers softly in the air,
Like fairy dust,
Casing everything in its innocent beauty,
Making the most evil and ugly object,
Special,
In its own, individual way.
The splendour surrounds me,
Consumes my thoughts,
Overwhelms me.
The world is truly breathtaking.
My brain kicks into gear,
My hand aches for a pen and paper,
And everything is exaggerated.
In this instant,
My hand twitches excitedly,
Dancing across the page,
Spilling out words,
Stringing sentences together.
Creating something,
That doesn't even come close,
To describing the magnificence,
The sheer brilliance of what I see.
What we all see,
Everyday.
Too quickly, it is over.
But for that precious moment,
My eyes were wide open.