in the velvet moments between realms
where night whispers breathe softly in
i find my dreams walking on tiptoes
treading the threads of reality so thin
ancient secrets begin to unweave themselves
in the twilight\'s tender embrace of dawn
a dance of shadows and light unfurls
as new worlds bloom in my tired eyes
here lies the strangeness of possible truths
hidden beneath the surface of waking lives
and i am both lost and found within
these sacred spaces of almost knowing