in the quiet moment
that lies between wake and sleep
that gauzy dreamlike state
of being nowhere, yet being everywhere
I lose my soul to the spirits
that haunt the world between
the one in which we exist as matter
and the one where they exist as thought.
faint whispers of nothing
caress my cheeks, touch my eyes,
lead me though light and fire.
it is there I understand
it is there I hold the meaning
of life and death as
we were meant to understand.
I am not afraid
as I drift in love and peace
in the quiet moment.