And When

And When

You never know when you’re going to write

It strikes like a mosquito bite at nite

You can’t even fight

It’s a force like exploding dynamite

When you want to play, it’s like nite following day, inevitable

The attraction’s chemical, you’re swirling as in a love triangle

Is it a drug or love, the question’s rhetorical

The desire’s musical and magical

When you must sing it’s because the angels are tickling you with their wings

It’s joyous laughter and to reach their levels you’ll feel surprise that zings

So on you go and the melody flows

It’s like feeling good in new clothes

When you combine all three, its creation’s dawn

How happy and special it’s that first morn’

Wondrous is human sublimity, the essence of rationality

For it’s the raising of the good, ironically called heavenly