Just behind your eyes,
in a blink sometimes,
just between the scenes
lies this life of mine.
You can look
you can seek,
but I’m just out of reach.
To get to me
you have to have been
between a wake
and a dream.
If you hold out your hand,
you might feel my untouched
fingertips,
linger for a moment
on your lips.
Just out of the corner
of your eye,
you might see my shadow
in the door,
but when you look
I’m not there anymore.
I’m who you’ve never met
yet always recognize;
You’ll see me clearly
every time you die.
I am everywhere
and nowhere all the time.
That little voice in the back
of your mind.
Sometimes guiding,
sometimes fighting you.
My name is embraced
and hated, too.
Never there,
when you want me too.
Where I begin and end
depends upon
your point of view,
but there is one thing
I can guarantee;
you’ll finally find me
in the space between
a wake
and a dream.
HG – 2016
