Night verses

I wrote a poem in the night,

In the sinuous focus of maybe dreaming.

A perfect poem. The words unfurled,

Lay softly down, one and then another,

Flowing in my mind, each honey hued rune

A cursive, gently contoured pearl,

To bead the collar of a tender rose.

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Now these fractured abrupt

Lines extorted in this unkempt waking,

Make mockery of the ecstatic dark.

In staccato voices, decrepit cogitations

Stutter in guttural punches,

A quivering soliloquy,

As I clutch at tarnished straws.

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I wrote a poem in the night,

Rested my head on a feathered pillow,

Sure of the morning light.

But my words deceived my mellow mind,

And lulled me back to sleeping.

Then crept away in silent stealth

To paint silken, ombre morning.