Imagine

I was inspired just now,
I was overwhelmed by sweet piano music,
Overwhelmed by thoughts of soft footsteps on the corridor,
Images of beauty and well, men (one in particular) flooded to me,
And then . . . Nothing.
Emptiness.

I would like to be inspired,
To imagine,
What would I imagine?

I would imagine blue-green waters as far as the eye can see, and the sound of the surf and a night sky full of starts. OH, and no men, at all, what-so-ever.

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