the world in between

There is a path between what we seem to think is reality and imagination, I met you in that place and we walked the fine line between dream and waking time together. And when it was over, You smiled and said take care my friend and I laughed and reached out for your hand and then pulled mine back again and realized it is now and not then and we are only lovers on a path in the place that hovers somewhere between real life and the unseen. If it is true we create our reality with thoughts we bring from the world in between then where have you been, where have you been since then, for my thoughts should have called you back to me once again.


Charity