somnolescent sonnet

[metaphorliteral]

I've started writing poetry in my sleep.
I only wish I could remember them when I wake.
Rhyme and meter are far easier to keep
when my subconscious works with me. I can take
all night to craft a perfect villanelle
or a sestina in a single dream,
but as soon as I wake up, I can't tell
what it is I wrote. So it would seem
my talents keep honing themselves all night
but not to my advantage in the morn.
Perhaps it's improving my insight!
Maybe forgetting shouldn't make me forlorn.
I know that poetry's my craft of choice
because even sleeping can't stifle my voice.