The Poem That Flew Away!

Not only do I dream about poetry , I also dream about dreaming! Most Of My Poems Come From Dreams This Is Not As Weird As It Seems All My Emotions Are Deeply Repressed Comes From A Lifetime Of Being Depressed. This Night My Dream Was In Full Flow Sound Asleep By An Open Window Not Fully Awake, This Dream I Must Write Through The Window, My Dream Took Flight. The Following Morn I Searched For My Words Hark, I Hear Them Being Sung By Birds Beware, There Is A Lesson To Be Clocked In Future, Sleep With Your Window Locked.