Poem Lost

At 3 a.m. it moved through me-
Lines so full of pathos
That my dream self fell in love
And clung to them.
At 5:30 a.m. words are elusive.
Were they as beautiful as I remember?

All rights reserved/copyright Audrey Howitt 2011


  1. I have known this before.......it has eluded me. I lose songs this way.

  2. I too find that words come in the waking hours of the night... and so often cannot be recalled in the morning...

    I find too that arousal comes... and then goes again


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