The fleeting idea that yearns for paper

Canvas or to take shape,

Banging on the door of my imagination.

Trembling arms reach out:

A hold not taken

Or a sweet embrace.

And facets fall like snow

Gratefully come to life.

 

The mania steals in and conquers all resistance

Resistance knowing:

Now is time to leave this post

For the gracious lady will not halt nor heed regret.

Wishing shall not call her back.

 

To create is to give up.

To make is to surrender.

 

The curtain of my soul draws back

And on the stage

The shadow of God’s footstep falls.

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