Young pilot of expressive arts
You deviner of the soul
Star gazing inspiration seeker
Wizard of written words
Grasp the moment, the creative moment
Which may often be so rare
For when you reach deep inside
There’s often nothing there

Find words blown on the wind
Images in forests deep
For the spark that ignites the soul
Burns bright and then is gone
Shooting star across the sky
Wave upon the sand
Chance moment in a flare
So carpe diem you really must
Before there’s nothing there

If the inspirations missed
Does another get the call
To use what passed you by
Do they bend it to their own art
Finding what you could not
An expression you’d not dare
You really only get one chance
Before there’s nothing there