Thoughts Eluded

Today, fresh and exciting thoughts that tickled my newly awakened mind evaded capture like butterflies from hole-ridden nets. They were so vivid whilst I lay but by the time my feet hit the floor and pen inked the page, the words melted one into the other and became like vapors suspended in the air. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home,” the thoughts taunted. Then trailed off into nothingness—desiring rather to remain hidden somewhere between sleep and awake under the cloak of a dream.
© 2005 Stanice Anderson