Mysteries of The Mind

My last blog post, Dreamscape, was actually written in split second spurts, as I went in and out of sleep at the computer.

At my computer, my hands fit the keyboard

Writing words down, I’m literally floored

I sometimes fall asleep!  Yes, that happens to me

Of course, more of us do this while watching TV

Falling in and out of my wayward thoughts

With no apparent reason, lost to these spots

Putting two and two together, plus two more

Where does that leave me, except on the floor?

You pick yourself up, one leg at a time

Upon looking down, guess you are fine

The bane of falling down, is in my existence

But getting up, is forward persistence

The more I write, the more the need to explain

If this is my life, I’m in for some pain

Just lucky, I guess, as my hands crave to type

I wrote all of this down, not wanting a fight!

All in due time, my minds in a dreamscape

Not a word goes by, none will escape

But, through this process, you lie beneath

We call it flow, the spark, an urge we’re bequeathed

My zone of creation, in which I must find

Whatever these thoughts, that comes to mind

In creating a verse

There’s no time to rehearse

I dreamed a dream that you were there

Why do I want you, why do I care?

You held my hand and then you were gone

I throw these grace notes far and long

Deep within a cave I woke a phantom dream

A mystery, a mystery, locked inside of me

And try though I may, to explain this feeling

I sink even further, into relentless reeling

Do I know what this means, I’ve analyzed to death

I call words my own, and gasp for breath

Come now, again, my love, my song

So I can take you, as though nothing is wrong

An artist, I am, who has fallen into sleep

Unexplainable, unfathomable, but mine to keep