The Golden Muse

Lightning strikes

Its vibrant hues

Dance upon the fringes of my mind

Illuminating the page before me

Inspiration in its fullness

Words that flow

Words that grow

And swell and move and leap

Across the page

Cartwheels of delight

As the Golden Muse

Wields her wand

And anoints my pen

With magic

Black and white

Paper and ink

Capture rainbows of emotion

And imagery too cinematic

To be confined to a two dimensional page

So much more than words—

These radiant sparks ignite vision

Fuel passion

And inspire action

Imagination running freely

Through luscious green fields

Of open possibility

And endless opportunity

Until the Golden One recedes

And her miraculous touch fades

And the paper and the pen are

Returned to their positions of readiness

Primed for the moment when

Lightning strikes again