The Captured DreamFrustration fuels the raging pen as it scratches down the page.
Darkened room lit by the shadows of night and the harsh light of a lamp.
Inspiration strikes, but too late, clouded by sleep and weariness.
Characters take their own life, dancing behind his eyes
Fading as pen approaches paper, again, too late.
The pen is set down, tension leaving as he forfeits,
Hope of capturing the dream gone.
And from the gentle shadows of lost hope
Sharing their stories, plots and motives revealed,
He delights in their vivid brightness.
Created by his mind in sleeping,
But not of his conscious creation.
Words, flowing now, fill the page with images and life.
The stirring presence of others distracts.
The chattering of birds heralds the morning.
The pen is laid to rest,
Dreams fastened to paper by ink.