Elusive Poem

God gave me a poem this morning. Sleepily dozing words were forming, A dreamscape composition With imagery, rhyme and repetition Penned on the half-asleep journal of my mind. I like this idea I thought with delight. God sent me this, and I feel it might Make a fine poem, a worthy reflection And in my inner conversation, I told myself that it was sure Set in my mind completely secure I’d write it down, make it real. Polish it for a finished shine and feel. I told myself it would be readily available When fully awake at breakfast table But with coffee in one hand pen in the other, Awakening reality started to smother My inspiration, my bright light, my catchy new rhyme. Oh, no! What to do? Would it return over time? I should have known I could lose it From my half-dreaming mind. I remember a happy rhyme filled with delight. Thanking God, I thought this just might Make a fine poem or a least a line or two I’d create the verse before the day was through, But, alas, when I was ready, away it flew My dreamscape thoughts and the subject, too. I lost the poem today So clear when half-awake I lay. Now, I don’t know what I meant to say. It’s not just foggy; it’s gone all the way. God gave me a poem this morning, A dreamscape composition With imagery, rhyme, and repetition Penned on the journal of my mind. It saddens me to find That it was gone by breakfast time.