While I was Sleeping

Brilliant ideas come as I sleep,
I wake to fragments of a thought
from syllables now buried deep.
Brilliant ideas come as I sleep.
Ripe consonants and vowels leap,
but are not willing to be caught.
Brilliant ideas come as I sleep,
I wake to fragments of a thought.

Malinda C. Miller

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