poetry eludes, hides where I cannot go
leaves me bereft, mourning in stale clothes
black as night unable to find my way
my mind closed up, a crab in its shell,
the tide washes in and the Sun rises
but no Sea or Sun touches my rag worn soul.

I feel it on the tip of my tongue
I feel almost giddy
It's like a secret that I just remembered
I want to get the wording just right
but it's too fuzzy to get the full details
So I try to focus on what I can
I try and write what I see
What I feel
What I hear or taste
I close my eyes
Lean my head back
Then the paddles hit me and bring me out of my dream state
The thoughts vanish in thin air
and I just know I was on the verge of something magic
It could have been a good one
Maybe in those few moments before waking from a dream
I can figure out what I want to say....