#WritcoPoemChallenge
The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,

Pillow at hand, yet I'm gone,
my sleep, so long, I dream alone
relaxed, yet free, I feel at home

The time between dusk and dawn
A bridge between blue and white,
I travel within a room, I cry alone

The day you come my tears would groan
The day you come, I'd roast a corn
The day you live, I'd grasp at hope








© Theresa sunday