Torrent of thoughts
inundate and cascade
a few sprint free
sweet murmurs
escape
a spray,
a mist,
a whisper

What? Not again

I'm swooning over words from a fountain pen

Each stroke a metaphor

driven by meanderings

of longing

written down in mosiac prose.

That spark when lit

can burn a thousand fires

produce energy beyond imagination

that instant when one falls in love

and a thousand life bulbs

are set aflame.