Writing In My Sleep (Poetry)

I have covered sheets tonight —
edge to folded edge —
no margin left for error —
words tight-woven in the dark
their linen smoothness comfortable
well-used they wear forever.

Reams of dream-dyed warp and weft
like tapestry in picture-rhymes —
symbols — numbers — line by line
I conjure — scribble — stitch
scraps of legend all night long
that never see the light.