#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...

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...

I find myself in a sphere of twilight,
A place where truth and illusions ignite,
Within this dream, reality seems to sway,
Where whispers of truth and lies hold sway.

Through the veils of slumber, I dive,
Exploring depths where shadows thrive,
A domain woven with strands of verity,
Yet entwined with echoes of uncertainty.

Here, reality dances with a mystic grace,
Like moonbeams shimmering upon space,
I journey...