Outside the cold dream-realm
There’s a town on the outskirts
Where we have all felt
Compelled to take a stand
Against the demons within ourselves
We banged the gates down
We made impossible demands
And we were left stranded
In the cold dream-realm lands
just before slumber
there’s a moment between
dream & wakefulness
a hazy realm
eyes closed
your smelly dog
at the foot of the bed, growling
the moment happens
in milliseconds
you fall into dreamland
shifting sands
awake to sunlight
peering through heavy curtains
a new day – but
are you still in dream?
this whole thing may not
be what it seems
(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)
