There appears to be fire in my head
This is preventing me from sleeping, I think, so I'm going to attempt to get it out.
fire swirling through my head
flashes of gold and red against the dark
water gradually darkening to black
red and gold run along the water
as the light disappears
silence
deep black sky filled to overflowing
with tiny droplets of light
suspended and kept still
shadow and light
dancing together but alone
crisp, cool, quiet
there is fire
inside my head
there is beauty
aching to be set free
but words are insufficient
only a poor storyteller
I make
the things I can see
are fleeting but beautiful
and so difficult to grasp
without them slipping away
the words are not quick enough
to capture the sprites in my head
nor clean enough to let them go again
I can see the magic
I can hear the music
but I cannot follow
and I cannot understand
flashes of light
bits of joy
darkness