Saturday, October 25, 2008

A Choice

I lay so often half awake
under my feather blanket
Mixing the dream and reality
in a never-ending dance
blurring the edges of time and space
until I don't know which way will lead me to clarity
I hear someone talking
but is this the dream?
or is it the real?
I slip between asleep and awake
taking pleasure in my slow advance towards the day
reveling in the extra dream-time
All too soon I will take full responsibility and wake up.

1 comment:

  1. as lucid thought steals waking pleasure

    nearing nights grant dreams anew