wet the page

light mist on my neck
not enough to wet the page
as the ink won't stick
to a wet surface no matter how flat
the shifting ocean of thoughts
on the light above clouds
becoming dim now soon
darkness will take over again
soon an unconscious thought
will take over again
wishing I could take a pen
to dreamland some night
wondering if they are really
just left over day time
thoughts or so much more...