! (Eureka)

The originating fire of creation,
Reaches into the depths of imagination,
When an innovative idea is trapped,
Like faraway music lost in a fog,
In the distance I hear the prologue,
Magical ingenuity awaits to be tapped.

It lingers dormant with intention,
Anticipating the flash of invention,
Before it swiftly hits the mark,
It slowly sets the wheels in motion,
Formulating the intended notion,
Fueling and working every single part.

The inspiration rises to the surface,
Like light with committed purpose,
Deep from the subconscious and the heart,
Without shape but taking form,
The idea soon will be born,
When suddenly there it is, the spark!

Then everything falls right into place,
Like good fortune and noble grace,
The revelation can leave me astounded,
And in that second of clarity and lucidity,
Everything makes sense with simplicity,
When on the spur of the moment Eureka!
                                                           I found it.