Twice now I've fallen asleep after finishing a poem
to wake up with a start, poem lost, a finger had hit some button

Sleep calls and I follow
To a warm place I can't remember
Where I am known in deep ways
By friends I'll never meet
Where things are over
or never started
And new things begin
and never finish

I awake sad, and lost
Forgetting things I've never remembered
Missing someone I'll never meet

I have something I'll never have
It is better than anything I'll ever get.

March 11, 2010