seen in my sleep

it was in a dream

that i started stringing and spooling

the lines along

composing

in my sleep.

i thought it a good one, magnificent even

worthy of the readers time, my own to put it down.

of course it slipped from the thread of my memory and  now

i am left bereft

of the thoughts i thought

feeling my way through this tunnel of dank sameness.

wishing

oh wishing

i could

remember

that poem

i composed in my sleep.