By NDreams
Date: 30 October 1999

The Edge of Sleep

I look for you on the edge of sleep,
and at the nudge of each new day,
a faceless object of my desire.

Have I passed you on the street?
Have we spoken or shared a glance?
Every day I live and breathe you;
you are as real as life to me.

I long to reach through time and space,
and gently touch you as you have me.
For you dwell constantly in my dreams.
I know you as well as I know myself.

But just for now I'll close my eyes,
and teeter here at the edge of sleep,
where in my dreams you stand before me,
tenderly reaching out your hand.

~NDreams