My thinking invaded the midnight hour
But thoughts were gone when alarm bells called me
Awake: each night they came in a dream show’r
As voices crying out to be set free.
I’d try to recall over morning tea
Those things I heard as they needed to be
But they were gone, so surely they were lost
To simply sleep forgetting was the cost
As they disappeared as I turned and tossed
What could I do? It was driving me mad
To note the thoughts as over me they crossed
So beneath my pillow I placed my pad
In the night with pen and creative spark
I write my thoughts that sparkle in the dark.
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: New Zealand Sonnet