Caught in the Act

I was caught
in the act
of poor writing
by sudden inspiration.


After

Oh I'm sure
they're elsewhere,
those who've gone on before!
Fairer now they who once were fair,

wiser those of a duller race.
now merely a whisper away,
less than a breath.  No trace
of such may

more be felt or sensed by
normal powers here below -
yet parallel's a land and sky
to most unseen to where we go.

© R.G. Bishop