The way I think now
compared to how I used to,
I was blind
and now I can see.
Patterns form in my mind
words create shapes,
meanings,
a whole new language I've learnt
piece by piece
each word I've recognised
caught and then released
back far out yonder
to be found floating again
by another soul.
As soon as it happens
something I see
hear
smell
taste
touch
or feel
I get that tingle
it connects.....
an idea starts wriggling
like an itch you can't get rid of,
you just can't ignore it
so you feel it
you imagine it
you create it
you live it
you describe it
you become it.
It consumes your whole being
but oh
in such a good way,
you feel as if you've been born again
you're still the same person on the outside,
but your mind never rests
subconsciously ticking over
always on the lookout
listening, forever aware,
just waiting
for that idea to happen
and twizzle in your head
sending a shock wave throughout your body
suddenly smacking you right in the face.
Again and again
over and over
each time you get that sensation
it never feels the same,
always different
and it's that variety
which keeps it so fresh,
exciting
appealing
new
brand, sparkling new
to me.
It lives in my heart
a part of me completely
shining out wide,
lighting up my eyes
escaping and soaring....
love
this love can't die.
I was blind but
now I can see,
beyond the horizon
higher than the sky
further than the sea
all around it teases,
grasps again and I glimpse
a sight which makes me so feel magic
and open-mouthed,
it always inspires
captivates
ignites
compels me to write....
the world.