sleep
slipping in and out of consciousness
blurring the line between the two worlds
dreams and reality
when I awaken, how do I know which is which?
maybe the dreams are what is real
and the reality is the true dream
I never remember falling asleep or waking up
I am suddenly in one state or the other
falling from one world to the other
to land, and then wish I was back on the other side
like pressing my hand to a cold unfeeling mirror
eyes
closed, but behind them worlds unfolding
journeys never possible happening
places never visited never imagined now available
time flying by, hours appearing to be minutes
when the eyes flutter open, how do I know the world was not transformed while I was asleep
everything rearranged, and my memories and feelings changed to reflect the surroundings
dreams
transparent evanescent fleeting slivers of happiness and pain and everything hidden underneath the surface
iridescent intangible unfathomable hopes wishes aspirations never even known
how I wish they were real
because
in my dreams you love me too