Inspiration

Inspiration should come to you

Like the soft voice of a nightingale

That sings with the first sighting

Of morning dew

Inspiration should spin its tale

Just as fireflies dance

Entranced by the indigo surface

Of a shimmering pond

Kissed by moolight

Beside whose banks

Wild lilies grow

Heaven knows

Inspiration is like a breath of wind

That alights from out of nowhere

After the final flushes of spring

Have drained the trees of blossoms

As we wait in sweet anticipation

Upon the permitter of summer

Which arrives with little forewarning

Taking us

Completely by surprise