HIDE and SEEK

Have you heard of inspiration?
I have been looking for her station.
A face, a line, some moment in time,
something that brings out the perfect rhyme.

The search is driving me to desperation,
What is it that will bring her to me?
A prayer, a ritual or something more tangible.

The corner of a street,
the ice cream shop.
A window in my house,
she is no where to be found.

In lanes shadowed by trees,
the clear flowing stream.
In the smile of a child,
she is missing every time.

Singing birds with coloured beaks,
their songs don't seek her for me.
Every single beautiful sunrise,
leaves her somewhere behind.

She has to be there,
waiting to be found.
In another stream,a dream,
or just hiding in me.