In my mind, a moment ago as sleep descended
Vivid words upon pages flow
As electric streams of thought confound me
Like thunderbolts, meteors and asteroids.
Wherein my mind these things began I do not know
Some experience before perhaps
That was back when a moment passed not noticed by my being
But cemented in some neurological realm
To a future spark it intended.
I try to catch them, those vivid words
To store and to remember
Only to falter again and again
These words seem lost unto forever.
Forever when and forever where, they existed once in my mind
And flooded my thoughts as though I belonged
To Keats and Yeats and Kavanagh; saged poets of reknown.
It frowns on me the whitless wit that lets me forget all that
Of I am telling of it.
Just golden words that I sleep to recall, and dream to regret.