Between Dreams
In that time
Between night and day
When one is receding
And the other awaking,
When the moon is hanging
A crescent before the new
And the sun is rubbing
Its eyes and yawning
Into that time
Between dreams,
The night dream leaving
The day dream arriving
And you stepping softly,
Easily from one
Into the other,
In that time
Between dreams
I am adrift in those moments
Wondering what is real.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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