In Between

In between the waking and sleeping,
live endless realms of pure imaging,
floating in the mists of untime.
Like a dream, and yet more real
than the feel of just sensation.
Or like sensation, given time and
space in history.

Lovers find it, at the peak
of melting into sweetest fantasy.
Fleetingly, the altering completes
itself in them. They may call it
ecstasy, and yet it is the world
of dreams' awareness.

The waking mind was made
to be too cold within its training.
And then the cruelty - the dream
denied. Pushed away by alibis
still fleeing from the deep of

As if asleep, it waits for them
to notice all the in between again...

? Michaelette ?

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