By Mika Rangel
It happens when it doesn’t quite feel like
night and not quite like morning.
You jump awake and smile to yourself
because inspiration had just struck.
Falling like a star from the sky, falling
into your room on a moonbeam, and
whispered to you in your dream.
Fatigue overcomes you. You sigh in
contentment. Due to the fact you’ll
remember such a beautiful idea.
But like the dark of night and the visible
stars, when the sun rises the idea
disappears with the night.
Gone forever.
And the saddest part, you can’t even
remember one single little thing about
it.