I miss the fire that drove the words
that led my fingers to grasp the pen
So it could be made clear
What I could not exactly explain
I wish my thoughts just erupted anew
As spontaneous as an impulsive kiss
Thoughts immediately jumping on the page
As exciting as a first caress
Yet that is not what the hands see
Instead a stolid memory
Waiting for the fire to burst
So that the words flow like a river of tears
Cascading without thought
Following a mind that is at peace
Free to think and feel
Free to see the light that burns
To create an image that I paint
Of dreams felt
Of fantasies seen
Let the light be seen again.

07/15/2004