I write poems in my sleep
Allowing my dreams to speak
When I wake they fail to keep
Resulting in
Scribbles and nonsense splattered on the sheet
One day I'm sure this nonsense will start to form
Rearrange itself
Into bits of coherent sense
I will never ignore the voice of my subconsciousness
So speak on to me  my dreams
Whisper things into my sleep
That only make sense when I dream
For you hold secrets I know for sure
And I am excellent and putting puzzle pieces together