Half Asleep Poem

In the night
when the crickets take flight
I sneak upon the ground

the snakes do hiss
and butterflies kiss
as I move myself around

my dreams do fly
in the moonlit sky
to flutter and to flop

in the muddy pond
I made with my wand
just like the nights dew drop.


Author's Note:
This happens to me often. I wake up with words floating around in my head. The last few months (or more) I've been ignoring them. I guess I've just been to lazy to get up and write them down. But today, in the darkness of the dawn, I fumbled out of bed and reached into my desk for a pad of paper and a pen. Then I went back to bed looking for my land of fiction. I wrote these words (exactly as they appear here) sloppily with my eyes shut. Half asleep, I barely knew what my left hand was doing.
Am I returning to writing? Did I ever leave it?