I felt the stream
The flow of words
As I lay waiting
For sleep to claim my mind
And I thought to myself
I should write this down,
I wish I had a recorder
I will remember this in the morning,
I recited the words over
Like a mantra in my head
And it was about the lost meaning
Of what is between the lines
Of the invisible
Of the things left unsaid
And I awoke in the night
And stood with the cold
And the snow blowing on my face
Each time the door opened
And it felt refreshing
And I strained to remember
The words
And I found they were now lost
Drifting in my dream world
Perhaps to be found
Another day
And captured
Like a butterfly
In a jar.