Creativity

Creativity

There is a spark that faintly glows,
Within my mind it seems to grow.
It does not have a shape I see;
I wonder what this spark might be.

Its color may be a subtle hue,
Or a brilliance that comes a new,
It may be a feeling slightly gray,
And hang around another day.

Its name is called creativity,
I do not know its nativity,
Sometimes it come within the night,
Or in the evening’s fading light.

But comes it does with urgency,
A boiling mass of insurgency,
Demanding my talent and mind,
Until it has been wined and dined.