I solve problems that beset me, in my dreams at night-
How clear my thoughts, lucid, fluid, beautiful, butterfly-bright.
Everything seems so simple and clear,
There’s no sense of doubt or fear-
Awaking, I grope for the revelations I’ve had-
Feeling -Oh so hopeful, glad:
But the thoughts are all fled,
The wonders dead,
The shining butterfly scales they left behind,
Soon fade from the fingers of my groping mind.