The writer in me awakens
While the real me sleeps

Blood flows through
Please warm me up fast

Because such dreams I’ve experienced
Need to be written down
Before they fade with the morning light

Oh…
There they go puffing away

Whispering secrets told only once
All traces disappearing
Before written down in immortality

And I slip back
Pencil forgotten
Paper yellowed and brittle

And fall asleep..zzz