Those moments in between

Those small moments in between
Sleep and wakefulness
When dreams are more real
Than reality's mildness
Where the possibilities are endless
Where infinity is existent
And is slowly coming to an end
Logically, mathematically - this makes no sense
But every he and she who remembers
Those moments as they go up in embers
Will know.

Those moments in between
They hold more memories
Than those of our lives lived
They hold more emotions
Than those in our consciousness felt
They hold more possibilities
Than those in our hearts believed

Those moments in between
With a mind and heart of their own
The time in it, we can never own
Just remember occasionally
Like I'm doing now
And smile or cry,
Or just let them go


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