Nocturnal Poetry
I dreamt a dream of poetry
That was being written in my sleep
Nocturnal thought scanning
For the perfect words to keep
Reading it over and over
Making sure it reads just right
Only then to be awoken
Before the morning light
Thinking I will remember it
As my head is layed back down
Then again to awake
With not a single word to be found
Being so upset for not writing
The perfect poem that I dreamt
My day began with sadness
And a brain thats been half spent
Now there is a pen and paper
On the nightstand easy to find
Just waiting for nocturnal poetry
That may flow from my sleeping mind
Dan Kearley:11-9-11
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2011
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