Dedicated to Bwood....

Inspire Me

Inspire me tonight.
Make me feel that sweet breeze
That only arrives on the most beautiful nights,
Let me walk hand in hand down
Any street I wish with the boy I love,
Show me a picture of Paris in the fall
With the tower beaming, as if its waiting for us.
Let me see my brother grow inch by inch,
And the smiles on my parents faces as I drive up
To the house after a long time away.
Let me feel the warmth of that kiss,
The touch of tenderness those closest to me offer up,
And the moments when it seems like you’re not on Earth,
But in some parallel plane that tastes almost of Heaven.

How about the connection between uncle and nephew?
The inspiration in a tiny baby’s fingers
As he meets a man who will someday be modeled after,
And the time given up by those we love to strangers
Who need it the most, never asking for any favors in return.
Seeing the girl he loves give her time to others,
Time that often is the most priceless object in our lives,
And giving it without any hesitation or doubt,
Giving it mercifully and from deep inside her soul.
See the tiny creatures adopting mothers of their own,
Reaching for any life form they can find,
Even if it’s foreign to their tiny skins,
Even if it be giraffe to lamb, a mother cannot be replaced.

What’s more inspiration than the tiny worlds
The clouds form in the blue sky above us?
The pattern of the sun, rising and setting, more brilliant
Every time we see it,
And the endless cycle of stars and the fascination we have
To the tiny dots in the sky that spell out our dreams.
Feeling that cold breeze on a hot day, catching a moment
When the sun hits crystal and captures a glimmer of hope in light,
The warmth of children holding onto their innocence,
The smiles of accomplishment,
And the knowledge that something you did touched their heart;
Something you did inspired someone else.

Though what about the water that surrounds us,
The valleys of blue that curve throughout the harshness of the land,
The holes of water that become sanctuaries, for creature and man both?
The movement of the ripples, the simplicity of it,
But the complexity as well.
What about the moments we live each and everyday,
The days we love, the years we hate,
The lives we live are inspiration enough to live
A thousand of them.

How about the tenderness in sleep?
Strangers coming in and out of our lives,
Friends, family and love,
New places, new lives, new loves.
What’s more inspiring than the fresh dew on grass in
The early morning hours, staying up to watch the sun rise,
And being more in awe of it every time?
Perhaps saying goodbye when neither person wants to,
But knowing that goodbye only means more firsts,
Another hello at the other end.
Giving yourself for someone else and sitting for hours
With someone else and not having to say one word.
Perhaps inspiration is a hug after a rough day,
A kiss from someone you love when you’re heart is breaking,
And the strength of a high rise as you look up from the street,
Knowing the work and effort and beauty that building represents.
Driving through the moments and taking it all in,
Loving every minute while hating it as well,
Watching the lights of a city you love from somewhere you love
Even more, watching the world pass by as time sits still for an instance.

Mountain views, kids changing, growing, living.
Inspiration is the smell of rain in the fall, the damp streets,
The sudden downpour half way through your run.
Inspiration is hearing the song you want played at your wedding
And smiling as you imagine him standing there waiting for you.
It’s the momentary laughter that no one knows where it came from,
The days when nothing goes right, but at the end of the day,
You wouldn’t change any of it.
Inspiration is watching people go by,
Running at sunset,
Finding a home somewhere you never guessed you’d be,
Loving someone you never thought you’d love,
And living like you never thought you could.