Disaster averted

At times the words flow like melted chocolate,
thick and sweet and smooth,
covering everything.
They dash and
dip along
in and out of
thoughts and touching
emotions sometimes best left
alone to ponder their own thoughts for a while.
And then, with no warning,
they stop. No thoughts, no
words, no attempts to write
will bring the rhythm back.
The world closes in, shuts
the process down with its
demands of life and work.
Nothing inspires, nothing
allows a spark to light the
fire, and nothing blooms.
But one day, the sun seems to rise a little more
brightly. Music travels along with the
pollen and the flowers grow
wild with joy. As the day
moves along
the world smiles.
And the thoughts begin to flow
once more, bringing a relief, a release;
and I write.