Inspiration

A poem by me. ;-;

I sit and I wait for words to come. 

To assemble themselves from nothingness and appear on my page. My voice echoes in the small space, melodious yet empty. 

My fingers trail across the instrument, sending clear notes into my mind.

I wait for Inspiration but it never waits for me. It comes in the dead of night in my waking dreams. 

I am reaching but can't quite grasp it. 

Without a quill in my hand, it slips though the tendrils of my thoughts and mocks me before disappearing.

So I wait. Like a coiled snake prepared to strike. 

The rainbow bird of Inspiration darts across my vision. I pounce but I miss once more. 

My beautiful bird flies away, into the lofty sky of the unknown.

And I wait. 

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