Before bed, I had an idea

Before bed, I had a idea for a poem. When I woke from a dream, I had all the imagery for embellishing the poem that still sat unwritten, resting--in the gray crevices of my skull. To tap the initial burst of the poem would require sitting in a darkened room with pen and paper, and simply pour out words uncaring as to how they would initially flow. To achieve a rich rendering would necessitate a patience and laser-like focus--not unlike the way Leonard Bernstein conducts---not distracted by the dancers on the stage, or in my head.