by Timothy Reaves

Created on: February 10, 2010

Some time between dusk and dawn

I saw a face, incomprehensible to me

In my bleary-eyed state.

One of us was a dreamer soon to wake,

The other an apparition soon to fade - 

To be blotted out completely.

If it is he who is not real,

Then I bear it with calm resolution.

I will let this play out,

But what if it is me?

Then I dare not wake him,

For in his dream I find my home.

Am I not truly real - 

Yet, I am determined to exist,

If only in a mist.

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