The poetic feeling comes and it goes

For the sake of knowledge,
there is no other
than shapes and colours
and feeling each other.

the poetic feeling comes and it goes
holding my faith,
in my hands and my toes.

I want to hold it,
it's grander than light,
I want to consume it
make it all of my life.

I want to inspire it,
take hold of my soul,
but the truth is I surround it
it’s the greatest thing I know.

It’s nothing I can hold
it’s nothing I can eat
it’s something that I feel,
before I go to sleep.

there’s no recollection in dimes
in shapes or times,
it’s all I feel every minute,
of any day, anytime.

My essance lies within it
My presence with it shines,
I am the revolution within it,
it’s forever and always this time.

Szabó Petra

A friend of mine wrote this beautiful poem, and every so often I feel like it perfectly describes the mood I'm in.