inspiration erupts!
tasting colors I've never before seen.
sensations of greens, and purples.
the path laid clean.
excited me. and I am thankful.

genuine inspiration erupts from
the muses of time.
pushes out line after line
pushes one to find
the delicacy of their voice.
the steps in the sand.
hand in hand with backs straight

blown over head, mystical.
forced beneath, cyclical.
around and around again.
pace yourself, child.

intuition is soul communication,
whispering so loudly you
feel friction, you know to listen,
or you don't and it keeps telling the truth.

you, are the muse.
a catalyst of bursts of magic
that sent me chasing after it
and found my way back to you.
yet again, the win is always
fought for. losing isn't real anyways…

the day grows lighter,
shadow lifted from my head.
the fog wished to permeate and so it did
until the weather shifts, and inspiration
sparks again.

consistent with my walk,
that beat .. I tap my toe in between lines.
always waiting patiently for the next healing,
the way of me.