Sometimes I wonder, like today, where did my creative spark go. Is it lost and wandering? Will I find it on a great adventure? Get up from some café chair and wave at me like a long time friend?
No. It is hidden in the dark. The light, it flickers. Hidden away begging me to come look for it.
Bring some some matches.”
I heard it say.
I have found some matches, but it may be a while before I find you.
Bring a candle, to help hold the spark when all hope is lost.”
I found a candle, and it is stashed in my carry-all. Ready to go…yes, ready.