Not Some Dream

The sky drums in the middle of the night,

On a spontaneous light and sound show,

Waking me up from a dark, thoughtless sleep,

Bombarding me with a story,

My sober, woke self wouldn't have thought of,

The rhythm of the sky continues,

As I try to push the thoughts away,

Writing them down in case,

This is all reality,

And not some dream I'm dreaming.