Sometimes they flow easily
Like silk through your fingers
Gliding onto the page with
Passion and flare.

Sometimes you must fight,
Forcing the words out in a rough
Scrabble. Scraping them from the
Depths of your uncooperative mind.

But once they are written,
Spread beautifully across the page
They shine, they glow,
Imagination displayed, a vision described.

Perfect.

© Ally (13/07/03)