Excitement

My head feels dull.

Not even “comfortably numb”.

No mood for rhyme

Yet must cast my soul

Back through time.

No.

No more rhyme.

Just cast my mind back.

Seek that spark.

Call out my Muse.

Be inspired.
Excited.

Yes.

Excitement shines

Like a billion suns.

The merest touch

Explodes

My every nerve.

Magical mysteries

Unveil themselves.

Brilliant, fluttering butterflies

Flash and flicker

Those rainbow colours and more.

Deep inspiration.

Adrenaline rush.

Electrical discharge.

Cascading sweat.

Thunder-drummed tornadoes.

Lightning storms.

Rose tinged dawns,

And silver-ghosted Moons.

Inspirational volcanoes

Of Muse-blown delight.

That’s how it was,

To be in Love.

Paul Butters

© PB  Humberside 6\10\2010.Finished 13.20.New first stanza added 20\10 by 22.40.