Come let us build the ship of the future
In an ancient pattern that journeys far.
Come let us sail for the always islands,
Through seas of leaving to the Summer Stars.
This small verse triggers my imagination. There are stories and images within it. I like to write things down for those barren days when you want to be creative but ideas and inspiration are hard to conjure. Unfortunately, I have many notebooks in all sorts of hidden places and all the words contained that would prompt the return of the muse are never where I think they are.
I should make a large, special book and keep it in a prominent place so that I would always be able to find it. It is strange though that words that were once filled with magic and possibilities can seem dry and uninteresting at a later date. Every day lived has its own atmosphere and theme and sometimes small things can determine how your day shapes itself. We cannot always repeat how we feel about a piece of writing or a work of art if our mood has altered since we first experienced it.