Sleepwalking

i caught a sunbeam,

And bent it slight;

Swirled a world,

To set it right,

And let it flake;

Since stirred was quite,

To swim moments,

In the sea of light,

That coloured too;

Was much so bright,

But i just picked,

Some blurring flight,

That grey seemed most;

But what of life,

Its a prism more,

If bent to sight,

That looks indoors,

When dreams do quiet,

Silent tiptoe,

To wake for night...