The still of our mind ascends far into flight,
When the world is asleep in the wee hours of night.
The realm of subconscious where time has no measure,
Where dreams and ideas float abundant in treasure.
With the rise of the dawn and awakening minds,
We strive to hang on to the words which we find.
Why do profound thoughts emerge from that secret place?
In that state of serenity, in that magical phase.