Forgotten Inspirations

Over the past few days, inspiration has been around me, and in an instant it has vanished. The muses are in a flighty, gaming mood. I sit and see beauty in the way light bounces off a semi-gloss wall, and it moves a portion of my soul; however, in the next moment the reasoning is gone. A coldness, and emptiness remains. A memory and shade of glory remain, but the mind's eye cannot conjure the original context. The madding effect of it all is corpulent in its simplicity.