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.
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