The other morning I woke at 2am with a perfect line for a Haiku. It formed into a complete little verse and I thought I won't leap up and write that down. It is only three lines, 17 syllables. I will remember it. I did not. I know the middle line had the words "undeniably gone", but apart from that the rest has evaporated.

Here then is something I wrote many more moons ago.

with inspiration from Emily Dickinson
In a moment a life is conceived,
in a tortuous age is it extinguished,
in a silent moment hangs
all the soul can breathe.

In dashes - in after-thoughts - she spun
verse - a trust in - a creator,
too huge for her sentences,
too small for her vision.