Inspiration

You now come,

Sudden,

Flashing through the valley of my memories,

Turning them into words not to be forgotten,

And then disappearing,

In the midst of a summer rain.

Coming through a window that only opens on certain days,

Your light dances in between the tips of my fingers,

Playing with my passion,

Tossing it into a blank screen,

Not to ever return until the next visit,

Nor allowing me to control your capricious desires.

Maybe you come with that single bird

Flying to the unknown,

Drawing the path to be followed by the less adventurous.

You then seduce me with the smells of a flower

That grows somewhere in the land where exact meanings

Are never precise.

Never ceasing, you play with the truth I hang on to,

If there exists any,

Asking me to search for what many do not see

And shall never see.