Just before sleep, before the dreaming,
pieces of the day float in kaleidoscope array
in my mind’s eye,
a flash of insight that disappears as soon as it registers,
I think, “I must remember that” knowing
full well it is already lost in
the haze and look,
there is another brilliant idea
flashing and gone.
More elegant poetry than ever I write when fully awake,
lyrical and sublime,
all lost in that space
just before sleep.