[MEG33]

Welcome To Warm Fuzzy Wednesday At
Amy's Place

~BETWEEN~

Between the dreams and the waking,
As dawn comes up in the land,
There comes a moment of clarity,
That I feel I could touch with my hand.

I can know that I'm no longer dreaming,
But my mind doesn't say that it's wrong,
That the dream-stuff still may linger,
The way music trails off in a song.

So at that moment's perception,
As I rise quite refreshed from my rest,
I form up a flower of loveliness,
To remind me of how I've been blessed.

Then as the long day develops,
While dealing with folks and their schemes,
I lower my head for a moment,
To breathe from the flower I dreamed.

NicknamedBob . . . August 8, 2008

Stay Warm And Have A Great Day

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ML/LTOS

[Jane Austen]

Lovely poem.