In My Sleep

I close my eyes and soon drift to another world, and I find myself in a lush garden; I hear ocean waves crashing on a shore, a quiet voice is talking and I say, "pardon?" Soon, I hear a lot of chatter and muttering, and sweet music- Symphony 5, by Beethoven; there is a great assemblage of many creatures, the notes swirl far into the ocean. The flowers sway and I find my dream self dancing, and I am laughing and talking to each creature; even each beautiful flower has a voice, then I fall, fall- falling wrapped in nature. And in my soft bed I am talking in my sleep, I am creating words with syllables; saying, "I must write a Haiku or a Quatrain." Waking, I find myself talking in syl-la-bles ! ________________________ January 14, 2017 Poetry/Quatrain/In My Sleep Copyright Protected, ID 17-9584-42-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.