Late in the night, I felt asleep,
With my head resting, on the paper sheets.
Early in the morning, after I woke up
I started to recite, what I inscribed.
Suddenly I stopped, I deleted one verse…
That is not right!!!
What I wanted to write?
For hours I kept thinking,
To an obscure mystery,
Of an unheard little poetry,
Hiding deep in my memory.
Adrian B 
That is a very good piece of work, thank you for posting it.
Well penned thoughts ,one verse can change the whole sheet black and white.Thank you for visiting my blog.Jalal
This one ends like my writing adventures just before bed. I have a thought and it just vanishes into thin air, or it doesn’t sound right when I dictate it. I only remember having had an amazing thought. x
You are right it is finishing like a thought but I live with the hope that will came back later. And who knows someday I will finish it :). Thank you for your nice comment. All the best to you.