I read and read and read,

Waiting for the inspiration to hit.

Waiting for the ideas to come,

Almost forcing them out of their holes and into the open

But they don't, so instead I go to school.

The trees rustle, the people chirrup,

And still nothing.

But then I see you

You with your shaggy blond hair

You with your tall thin form

You.

And suddenly the dam breaks,

And all the words I was searching for are ready

Springing to my lips, anxious to be spoken.

But I cannot tell you any of them

So I hide them inside, planning and thinking and rearranging again

I write them down, give them meaning outside my head

Hoping my inspiration will see them

Hoping you will see them.