My Thoughts Fly Up

"My words fly up, My thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go"

With me, it's the other way round. At night, when my brain is at its best, I can only marvel at the sheer brilliance of my thoughts. But with the coming of day, it's not so much that these thoughts have disappeared, as in a dream; it's more that they have become pedestrian or worse when I try to put them into words, especially when those words are expressed in French.

So, (as in "so" and not as in "well") - first the night, then the thought, then the day, then the word, and finally the French. 
From genius to gibberish.