The Idea

A spark of an idea that barely ignites

yet I sense it

A genius idea that's tip of the tongue

reach out for it, almost grasping

The idea is faint, only its shadow I sense

but just as a shadow it stays close 

yet just out of reach

I don't know what it is but I know I will like it

As soon as I catch it, I will show the world and others will too

And then the idea falls right in front of me

vivid in color and clear as crystal

I feel a surge of inspiration as the idea dances around me

beckoning me forward, getting close enough to touch

I reach out to touch it but don't bother to grab it

With an idea so vivid and clear to the mind

I will remember this idea

How could I forget?

The idea begins to fade

becoming dimmer and dimmer

until it disappears for good

I wait in patience

in vanity for its return

I search across the highest mountain

the most rugged terrain 

hoping to catch that one idea among a sea of others

but the idea is never found

And then another idea just as vivid

just as genius and inspiring

falls right at my feet

I scoop it up, grasp it tight 

And I'll never let this one go