Sleep Writing

Poems whisper to me as I prepare for bed
Like a lullaby I hear them in my head 
I fall asleep holding my notebook tight 
Clutch my pen feeling the ink glowing bright 
I dream I am writing in my slumber 
But when awake I can’t remember 
To capture elusive words that run asunder 
Many a time I make a wordy blunder 
I try to get back words from where they meander 
There is no paper, there is no pen 
I don’t have to cross my t’s 
And dot my i’s 
I don’t need to write a rhyme 
Or make the syllables chime 
My mind let’s go and feels sublime 
With the spoken word I converse 
Dreams come to me in the form of a verse
A monologue 
In a soliloquy 
A symphony of my 
Soul’s piquancy .