Shadows and Dust

Sometimes I don’t know what’s real, dreams dusted with reality, reality shadowed by dream

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4 a.m. in Tokyo
Are you awake
Lying in bed
Does
Your soul feel blue
Do you wish you had
Somebody
To hold
Silent
Listening to
Thunder ripping
Through the sky
Lightning
Flashes through the corners of the drapes
You put the book down and watch
Listen
Darkness overcome with light
Listen to the rain
Dripping slow when the
Clouds move past and what’s left is
Only memories of what you shared —
A summer storm.

Sometimes I don’t know what’s real
Dreams dusted with reality
Reality shadowed by dream
Like my shadowed room
Early, alone. Before the day
Things make sense — what remains of me
Walking from the dream
What spirit crosses
Thresholds from unconscious to pen
In hand;
Writing from a liminal space — do you hear me…