I had a thought of a thing
To write about
During the night
Deep in the night

But it escaped my mind
Just like that
Without a trace
An empty space

It was a great thought
Or so I thought
That came in the night
Like a fairy sprite

But now it’s gone
To who knows where
Behind the sofa?
Under the chair?

I wish I could know
What makes me remember
The idea was there?
Before it left

What makes me forget
It’s clever details
And leaves me stuck with
An empty page

What long ago passed
I can still recall
And that which is recent
Has slipped through my fingers

I guess that’s just age
And my great idea
Will land on a page
Of a brighter writer