In haze between tomorrow and today
When midnight’s passed but morning not quite here
Strange thoughts arrive to find me in the dark
Drifting dreams and imaginings unclear
I lie restless, crowded by the notions
Ideas dancing round like fireflies
In half-awakened stupor I reach out
But fleeting sparks elude my grasping tries
A tangled web of firing synapses
Crafts fractured concepts into something new
A story weaves itself to life unbidden
All while I lay supine, without ado
I but hope that morning will remember
The magnum opus of my sleepless slumber
Aly Writes 