The In Between
There is a place between the realm of sleep and time awake
Where dreams are born, touching upon reality like a sunrise.
The warm colors of pink and yellow heralding the beginning
Of what could be or will be, perhaps the occasional surprise.
It's a place devoid of reality, no chains to hold down hopes.
There are no limitations or doubts, no regret or hidden fears,
Rejection is only a fantasy and this is within your fingertips.
Every desire is shining like gold, a sun when the night clears
As if our world could just behold, to remain completely still.
Forever in this moment, oh this bewitching in between place
How I long to linger here. Under my bedsheets a little longer
Stretching luxuriously, as the sun give the tired moon chase.
Just before this clock strikes nine, the sweet moment before,
I have a dream, that nicest dream of what could be in store.