On the Verge

Dreams or reality? Does reality decide for me?

On the verges of dreaming,
on the hinges of awareness;
As I lie Dawn approaches,
shrouding the world in gold.

Flitting from consciousness
now to pleasured nothings,
I am in my strongest;
I am most vulnerable.

And soon I hear Rain,
playing with Dawn's presence;
he teases her, he soaks the earth,
bringing my mind to reality again.

This time it is final;
finished is the state of nothing;
like Rain it is evanescent,
but like Dawn I am alive.

Author's Note

Also: does this make any inkling of sense?

Reviews

[Michael X]

i could not have read a better poem to end my night, the tranquil feature
is this poems lulling ability from the first sentence to the last is
expressed as a meditative pondering painted with golden images
that balance themselves through contrast, it's as if awaking consciousness
through focus, i loved the imagery of the rain. it is what makes
this amazing poem magical. the ethereal intent is the quality, Wow.

[AFX787359]

It's good but very random.

I agree that it's calming...but nothing else. :P Sorry Deep.

[Emunah June.]

SQUEEEEEE!!!!! This poem was so epicly epic!

[.quan.011.]

Yes, this peom makes sense to me, and its a lovely peom.

[An owl on the moon]

This is such a beautiful awakening... I can feel that sense of dawning... the mind just moving from dreams to daylight.. Your words make that wondrous connection.

[raining]

oh sure it does. i like the first stanza, the hinges of awareness, alot about nature in this, and the words all work together so the structure and the voice are continuosly staying within the context of what you want to say.

contionuous< no continuously? oh anyways..........