Last night before I fell asleep
Poetic thoughts swirled in my mind;
Sweet, sublime verses, not too deep,
the tender, lucid, gentle kind.
Each verse sprung forth to blithely dance
into my mind, each lilting line
formed phrases sweet, as if by chance;
I smiled to think that they were mine.
I chuckled softly in the dark
brimming with my spritely muse,
revelling in poetic spark
flashing bright with sweet enthuse.
Waking to dawn's light sunshine,
I don't recall a single line...
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I think this qualifies as a English sonnet. I have had the experience. Getting up in the night is the only solution.