The sun is slowly going to
its bed in the west skies,
The day is beginning to
end, the dusk here lies.
But today was not just
another date in my calendar.
Today I have an inspiration,
lingering,like my lotion's lavender.
This little spark,oh I know
into a raging inferno, will blossom
I now have a desire, a longing,
my heart leaps under my bosom.
The moon now shines above
but, within me it is a new day.
It looked plain, but it was special,
for it was today, that I was inspired
