Flutterbye's

It is the darkness that causes the mind to sparkle and fly,
it is the mass of being, the discreteness of time that allows words to flourish, uninvited and warm,
always uninvited they come when you sleep, or just when you wake, and leave when you want them to stay.
So afraid they are of being captured and caught and being turned into font, markings on the page, caged in their song.
They will remain on that page, enslaved only to you.
Oh how I wish I could catch them, just once, or twice, they always disappear, go off in mid flight, sometimes so fast, i can barely see a glimmer, but sometimes very slow and i can feel them and see them and sense them beating on my neck.
My hands quiver with their presence, like a calm before the storm.
But away they go, free from my net, I hate them, hate them for not staying and for not loving as I love them.
I will not hurt them, just keep them awhile, until I know what to do with them, until they come to a meaning, then I will set them free, free to all and forever.
I beg them to stay, please, don't go away, I need them to help me understanding what I do.
Who am I, I ask, but they cannot answer because they refuse to sit still! Damn those words and those letters and thoughts, why won't you stay just for me, just today.
Can I take a picture, sketch down some thought, help me out won't you, I don't ask a lot.
But they refuse me, and for another night and for another day, they let me sleep, disturbed by their flight.
I won't rest til I have them, please just for one night.