not asleep

i got out of bed to write down a thought
but in those moments it faded
too quickly to call back.
it had all settled so perfectly in the dark
words pressed tightly against one another
me, saying, yes that's it exactly.
but now all i can recall
is reaching high on the tips of my toes
to fill in a piece of an enormously grand mural
curving overhead like a massive sky
and making a sparkling promise
to pull the paint from the ceiling in fistfuls
and throw the bits of plaster overhead like confetti