She sees a Lake.
The mist slowly drifts in,
A green tinge adds a senses of magic.
A tear forms in her eye.
How can she share this with others.
In front of a computer.
Ashtray full,
crumbs on the keyboard.
A frown on her brow.
Oh the wonder in her mind,
But not on the screen.
The screen blank,
The hands still,
The idea forgot,
Only the fustration left.