Poetry

Words come to me
In my dreams
Whispering
Sentences
That I still cannot read
 
They roar around
My
Brain
Sending off
Signals
That are
Unfamiliar to me
 
And when I wake
They dissappear
Drifting like
Mist
Through the atmosphere
I try to write them
Down
But they drip from  
My page
 
Wondering
As they linger on  
The tip
of my tongue
But each word I write
Seems
To be
Wrong
 
And then they
Flow
From the nib
Of my
Pen
And when the words
Settle
I feel
Whole again.