Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest

T’ween Sleep And Dreams`

T’ween worlds entwined
in sleep and dreams
That waking moment
Of muddled mind
When nothing’s quite
As it seems
Not quite awake
Nor still in dreams

The musky scent
of nascent dawn
Begins to pierce
With bold intent
That last shred of sleep
Awakens both..
my nose and ears
And sleep is sorely rent

My mind reluctantly
Gives up the night
The blankets tossed aside
My eyes adjust to insistent light
My dreams steal away to hide
Mind alert...not a trace
Of that place t’ween
sleep and dreams
I think I’m ready now
for the rat-race
Or… Is that just
...What It seems...