What is inspiration?
Is it a bluebird with a golden tipped beak?
Delivering messages to the quill to write
Or is it a spade to aid you in digging deeper
Into your own mind
Perhaps a gift
A lens we were all given
When focused to perceive
A glimpse of inspiration will be revealed
When touched by something unknown
This event itself can lend us inspiration
Will it be a bigger, brighter concept never tangible?
Whatever the gifts
We must guard them with care
As it is the delicate match
That lights our candle of inspiration