It sparkles from the darkest corner
Where words cannot be found within
And no light brings imagination to bear
Yet you know, it is there. It is there.
So you stumble on, step by halting step
Thinking that soon the shackles will fall
Hoping that the mire of the mind releases
The magic at the intersection of inspiration
And that feeling of falsehood, your foe.
And then, like a lamp with its flame flickering
You realize that your eyes have been closed
That you were lost in a slumber, snoozing,
And now, the flame becomes a fire, for
You must write, you must share
You must take flight to give your heart’s desire
Life upon the plain page, forever free.
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