An Empty Head

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!