Plagiarism

Last night you were in a dream
sitting at my desk writing furiously
I leaned over your shoulder
memorised the words, believing
when I woke up they would be mine
But something happened in the flash between sleep and waking
You left with your sheaf of papers
Dribbles of drying ink
trailing in your wake
Now I sit at my desk with wisps of words remaining
I must sleep again and hope
you visit once more