#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
the silence is the little sanity left when the darkness heard you breath.
Straddle the in-between, become the veil, both dark and light, as one doesn't exist without the other.
Float away into the beyond and that is the dream inside the dream, and peace.
© Tabetha Simpson