Writer's Curse.

That time of a day,
If you can call that 'day',
early hours of the morning,
very end of the day.
When you are dazed,
warm bosom of sleep
about to embrace.
You are almost there.

Little seeds
of inspirations
start to explode
crescendo at the edge of chimera
of rhuburb between
the sleep and thoughts.
What shall it be,
words or dreams?