Sonnet XLII – Dreamscape Verses

Last night I dreamt of iamb sets of five;
(if you hate sonnets, you won’t understand).
The lines flowed quickly – words became alive;
Somnambulistic poet at the hand.
I marveled at my prowess with the verse;
So too the people shadowing my dream.
I know not who they were, which is a curse;
(I need some sonnet readers on my team)
I woke to empty page and not a soul
remained to hear the blessed sonnet wrought.
No matter – night had sucked it down a hole;
And naught remained of poems sleep had bought.
Sometimes at night we’re better than we think;
Or So. Much. Worse. when dreams push to the brink.