I am relaxed and warm in bed, <br /> the day is done its time for sleep. <br /> Stray thoughts glide swiftly through my head <br /> obediently like flocks of sheep. <br />But now and then a thought will be <br /> held to be of interest <br />Recorded then subconsciously <br /> reprocessed whilst I take my rest. <br /> When I awake I can recall, <br />sometimes with startling clarity <br />Those words I did not write at all <br />and I inscribe them faithfully. <br /> My muse was busy while I slept <br /> I don’t complain I just accept.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bemused-2/
