WRITER'S MIND

It’s taken me a while to realize
that not everyone can walk through the veil
at the entrance to the temple of imagination.

At times the veil mocks me
with an unspoken word,
ill-defined
vexing my mind,
stealing my breath.

But oh for those days
when standing on the other side
I look up
and the palest
of blue winter skies,
mesmerizes.
Before long I’m pleasantly ambushed
by disjointed words
longing to leap off a page like ill-fated lovers.

But just as quickly, they’re gone,
and I must be content with reality
until it lifts once again.