Tomorrow the dream ends
Reality
And shards of a broken spirit
Fragment
Into a kaleidoscope of
Possibilities . . .
And dangling threads of a
Tapestry
Of imaginary figures
Dance
Back and forth along the
Cracks
That map the borders of
Memory . . .
Out of which I fall
Awake—
Wondering where I am, and
Wishing
For dreams to take me
Inbetween
Yesterday and Tomorrow.