Dream writer

Written by: Erica Gould

Why is it
That the words fall into place
The second my head hits the pillow?
The days events,
Play through my head like a song.
As if I am lulling myself to sleep.
The slightest little movement,
Sends them scurrying like mice.
Sometimes when I dream, I write.
And in my dreams
The words flow so smoothly.
I recite them over and over.
I even write them down,
Reading them a hundred times.
But when the morning comes,
They fade with the darkness.