like a breeze,

The 'idea" is like a gentle
breeze that passes over me

Only to evaporate into the
singularity that is the wind,

The 'idea" is captured in a
brief moment, like a dream
that dissipates as slumber
retreats,

The 'idea" that's held and
released will fly above the
highest tree, like a wisp,

cascading into millions of
thoughts, carrying the "idea"
across the broadest sea's,

like the sea the"idea" has
depths you can not see,

To fathom it, is a scholars
dream.

just a moment is all they
need to elaborate on tons
of sheets,

like the Cosmos endless
into infinity, in the simplicity
of all "idea's.