I will write it, I know I will, but
The thoughts are not yet ripe.
It takes time.
I can feel them building.
They linger always in the back of my mind.
I can feel their presence,
Taste their flavor,
Experience their glory in my soul.
The words to express the thoughts have not yet formed, but
They are getting closer and stronger.
I am almost afraid of them
Because I know when they are ready,
The flood will overwhelm me and
There will be no stopping the tide.
The words will come through me, they are not of my making alone.
They are thoughts and ideas that have a need to be born into this world
And I am only the wielder of the writing,
A keeper of the words.