Tip-toeing through dreams, not wanting to be awakened.
Looking at everything, hoping to be inspired by anything
I see inside sleep.
Being tossed and turned, living in an environment of
peaceful serenity as I sleep in a hidden cove where I
cannot be disturbed.
Cloudless thoughts floating to my imagination as I write
even in my sleep, on photographic screens.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-in-my-sleep-2/
