So vivid comes this dream that shaking I awaken.Walking from my bed in a sweat as I seek the nights vision.
Words tumbling from my heart fill pages with wonder and fear.
Fear for the feelings I cannot explain yet the reasons are the same.
In my night come these thoughts of a life I’ve not brought.
Never could I have known these that come wandering in my sleep.
Their thoughts filling my slumbering mind leaving me struggling, I wine.
Why me lord, then another strain my groggy mind retains.
Springing from my chamber leaving sleep in anger.
Stumbling for the place to write nights last trace.
I gather each thought, fleeting with mornings gathering report.
Quickly typing each memory here, hoping to recall them all.
Faithful to the last, I didn’t linger in the bed.
For each word is here on this page, that gathered in my head.
My heart no longer struggles, as once more the covers I ruffle.
Looking at the scene of the crime, this chamber of thoughts not mine.
Eyes now closed, as slumbering feet over new images goes.
Keeping the tablet by my bed, I know this one to will be read.