Creatures of the Abstract

What is energy?

How do we define it?

Merely physical,

In forms of power?

Or with action,

In the things we do?

For a thought comes,

It is upon my heart,

I feel potential energy,

And then I write,

Yet when I write,

The energy leaves me,

Going into the world,

And other hearts.

There it remains,

In some dormant,

In others inspirational,

In some misunderstood,

Yet the inspired ones,

Led to their choices,

Lead unto action,

Multiplying energy,

Into the joy of life.

So energy realized,

Is all around us,

In the birds that fly,

And the things we do,

While potential energy,

Is reality realized,

When feelings convey,

To other hearts.

This is the energy,

That takes ideas,

From imagination,

Into real life,
Our magic of creation,
Our hearts' revelation,

Becoming fact,

Yet with distraction,

Hindering our action,

Are we become creatures,

Of the abstract?