THIN LINE

How badly do you want to
Bring something out of your dreams
An otherworldly flower
A rare book
A lost friend
All that you conjured up
In the unending space inside your head

What if you dream about a place
That doesn't exist
And you wake up to believe in it
You rummage through GPS
And maps and globes
You will yourself to trust
That it wasn't surreal

What if you saw yourself dead
In a dream closer to nightmare
You would wake up
And check your pulse
How would you interpret it
A wish or a fear
Or mirth or a silent slipping tear

What happens if you catch
A falling star and it turns to mist
Would you pinch yourself
To make believe that it is a dream
Or keep stargazing
Until the sky seems to scream
And clue you in on the joke

Would you want to never sleep
Would you want to never dream
What if a dream seems too good
To be just a dream
Which side would you tip towards
While walking on the thin line
Between dreams and reality

©sharmee_m