All I can see is my own smudged relection.
All around me, glinting off of each shiny surface.
A glinting dagger, shining through the dimness, only strengthens it,
An image scratched in light,
The harsh glare of reflections,
Tainted by a spark.
Dirty shadows, smeared as charcoaled shilouettes in the night.
My fears stand up against me, surround me,
Encompass me, in a darkness, that i cannot bear.
I hold my hands up to my face, protect myself from my shadowy enemy.
My mind is clouded, crowded, filled with piercing thoughts.
Confusing me, hazing my mind to a blur.
Writing smudges across a page by tired hands.
It is no longer clear, but vague and indistinct.
Rain pours in thoughts,
I feel them scratching my skin,
Catching upon me, rasping me,
I'm trapped in my own reflections,
The mirrors in my mind.
Filled with the harsh light of each marbled star.
Until, as sinking stones in the mirkiness,
Darkness falls around them and then,
Nothing.
if you had one chance,
for one moment,
would you take it?
reach out and grab the dream?
pull it down to earth?
find you in it?
make it yours?
give it power?
its your one shot,
one moment,
your one time,
take it, its your chance.
its now or not ever.
one awful moment,
gone as it come upon you,
cease the single flitting moment,
before you blink your eye and it has gone.
Inspiration, as a torrent from a river,
From a deep and welling source,
A modest beginning,
A minute moment,
Collecting ideas as followers.
Swelling, surging,
Until a torrent of words does gather,
Flowing from my pen, as a river flows,
Until it reaches and falls, as from a waterfall,
To a pool below, as a poem on the page.
The last drops fall,
In moments that inspire,
Until the essence is gathered in words,
Glinting in the sparkling light, as a waters rippled surface.
I sat watching passers by,
Some sat and stirred their coffee endlessley,
Some came in and out hurriedly.
I saw some lug their shopping to and fro,
Some stopped upon a wall to rest in the sun,
Some sat on steps doing as i do,
watching the passers by.