A mere
thought in my head
A whisper
in my ears
Glimpses
of a vision
Rising in
my eyes
Would
vanish in a poof
Turn
still in a trice
Fade into
mirage
Were it
not for...
...the
twist of my head
The
prancing of my fingers
And
hidden worlds within
Rush to
outer abode.
Lighter
turns the head
The
tingling leaves my ears
My eyes
now unclouded
As the
oasis is now
Set in
plain sight
Spring in
my step
Song on
my lips
For...
...the
germ of an idea
Has found
its written voice
