if the burden seems too much to bear remember the end will justify the pain it took to get us there

I wrote a song in my head last night
as I was drifting off to sleep
it just came to me
smooth and easily
like a dream
except I know I was awake
because I realized the rarity
of having the perfect words
and the perfect melody
drifting inside me
And I thought
"I should write this down
before it fades away."
Because I can never
invent a melody
while I'm awake
during the day.
But I was too tired
and too content
to take the time
to preserve it.
And who knows?
The harsh reality
of lamplight
might have destroyed it anyway.
So I just enjoyed
my half-dream song
then fell asleep
in it's soothing arms.
And when I woke up
it was gone.
My perfect song
I loved too much to cage
on paper.
Now just a memory.