The words were there
Then they were gone.
Dancing round the
Deep subconscious
Waiting for a
Hand to write them
Down. Perfect pearls
Of lyric verse
With a message
Clear and sublime.
Floating there in
The fluid of
My silky sleep;
Just repeating,
Half suggesting,
So compelling.
Words that no mere
Waking moment
Could produce with
Any dramatic
Effect. And thinking
These words firmly
Recorded to
Be retrieved in
A few short hours,
The images
Faded to black
As my body
Tossed and turned,
But with a sense
Of confidence
Knowing that the
Achievement of
The poet in
My splendid dreams
Was secure. And
Then I woke with
An empty head!