Moments half between dreaming and wake,
When still smiles are bright
And I believe I am loved,
Are life's fleeting moments of delight.

These last passing seconds are no different
Than dusk, which sits so snugly between
The trials of day
And night's fear of the unseen.

In dreaming, I nightmare; in waking, I moan.
Yet in this one moment betwixt the two,
Like the timeless instant just before dawn,
All things are reconciled- all things born anew.