Betwix two realms, here and there,
Twix Light, Dark, Reality and Dream.
There runs babbling, a Chrystal brook.
A liquid desire filled stream.
Stand, its edge, peer into depth,
Mirrored on shimmering face.
My Goals, My Hopes, My every Wish,
Away from me they race.
Wade into it, net in hand,
To catch what dreams I may.
Though small the holes within may be,
Some Hopes and Goals slip way.
To stand two feet, net in hand,
In darkened, realm of Dream.
Goals I reach, hopes fulfilled,
Glisten, when skin leaves stream.
© copyright R. Anthony H.Rock