Last night I dreamt that I was talking with joemorf about the poetry of Rumi, and quoted to him and pyr8queen the following poem. In my dream it was Rumi's, awake I realize it was my own invention. In the dream it seemed pretty amazing and beautiful, though.. in the clear light of day, it's as pedestrian as anything else I've written. Still, composing in one's sleep is pretty cool!
O Love, Having sipped of your cup, How could I not wish To drink deeply?
Heh, reading it again, it seems exactly like a pastiche of Rumi. Which, in fact, it is - however subconscious.