There's never any warning when
An idea hits you.
Bam!
Pop!
Zap!
Wow, it's like love at first sight.
Both are so rare,
Epiphanies are like lightning.
One minute they're there,
And you see their shape,
A tangle of nerves,
Cracks in the sky,
And the next you look at nothing.
Where did it come from?
That I don't know.
They won't come with a warning.
You just better be ready with an open jar waiting for the lightning to
Strike so you can catch
Your sparkle.
Forever.
Hold it tight,
Don't let it go,
For when the lightning strikes,
You'll know