a poem of thought

late at night
a restless surge of idea-less
notion
a desire to create
but from what
into what
can I make
with nothing but a silent room
a sleepy head
tired eyes.

but there it lies
inspiration
naked and alluring
calling and singing
"You've Got It"
RUN RUN
while you can!

(perhaps I'll make it before thought gets in the way?)

nope...too late.