Watch the idea
As it slips right through
My fingers.
There one moment,
Gone the next,
Suddenly desolate
Seems the blank slip of paper.
So then I sit and think.
Try to remember
What I imagined,
Try to think
Of what I thought.
I watch the idea
Fade in my mind's eye,
Like something far away,
Lost in perspective.
Will it ever come back?
