I dreamt a poem
It beat in my dream
with purple hue
and smelt of oranges;
had rays of
morning light
falling on warm frost
with a taste of
no, no taste...
It only had an end
the beginning was before
the dream started
and when I awoke
it began...
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-dream-2/
