Between Awake and Dreaming

Hi everyone! How are you all? Today, I am sharing another poem with you. I hope you enjoy it.

I love it when I’m in the space
Between awake and dreaming.
That place where life does not exist,
And time has lost all meaning.

I like the dreamy, haziness,
Awake but not yet aware,
Where you can’t discern which touches
Or which sounds are really there.

I love those few foggy moments,
When I’m between two places,
And the landscape shifts and changes,
And I can see missed faces.

I hate when I am pulled away
To face the sun that’s gleaming,
And I long to be once again,
Between awake and dreaming.

As always, thank you for stopping by to read my words. It really does mean a lot.

Until next time,

George

GEORGE L THOMAS