Thursday, February 14, 2008


It comes and goes;
Sometimes early in the morning
When the sky looks frosted
With its new light,
Sometimes halfway through a song
And it all suddenly
Just makes sense,
Sometimes when you’re talking
And you nod
But your mind’s on what to note down,
Sometimes if you’re feeling doubtful
And someone says something
And there it is again,
Sometimes in the middle of the night
When the stars are in bed, and you should be too
And you scrabble for a pen,
Sometimes staring out of windows
Or looking out of doors
It arrives,
And sometimes,
You don’t even know when it happened,
You just know it’s there.

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