Edge of Dreaming

There's a place I like to go That's sometimes hard to reach And harder still to hold onto We've all been there one time or other Whether through fevered exhaustion Or after a long hard day It's that space between sleep and awake The pause of breath before dreams Where you are still consciously aware of things Like the ticking of a clock Or the hypnotic drone of a fan Yet these things mean nothing to you They just simply are As you lay still in this limbo Teetereing on the edge of sleep Feeling heavy and comforted As the doorways of dreaming begin to open And through these doorways Lie endless possibilities, adventures Different lives to live if only for a night It's in this wondrous limbo The edge of our imaginations That I like to pause, to look around And just float peacefully awhile.