Inspiration

Idle words dance; leaves in the wind. I walk the streets, somewhat chagrined, as they whirl about unconfined. Their magic takes root in my mind. Within myself, I come to see the treasures amongst the debris. Reality is left behind. Their magic takes root in my mind. Words take on a life of their own with images, hither unknown, lifting dark veils from eyes once blind. Their magic takes root in my mind. Idle words dance; leaves in the wind. Their magic takes root in my mind. ---------------------------------------------------- "My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living." -- Anais Nin