In the space in the middle,
I watch her sleep.
So imperfect . . . yet perfect for me
Watching her chest raise and lower as she dreams and counts sheep.

My world has turned upside down and inside out.
All my wants, my wishes and fantasies infuse
A bright new body
My heart unconsciously adds her to my most favorite dreams

My soul knows now, it cannot live without her,

I do not want to fall asleep,
What if she were to wake,
and I missed her even for a moment.
Stranded in the place in the middle.

I dream my place beside her
in her field of red
Sitting amongst the stones.
Slipping away from myself.

Tomorrow, she will be gone.
She will not return.

Paralyzed, I watch her wake,
She speaks in tongues that lap at my face,
All I want to do is hold on to her
Keep her with me for just one more day.

But I cannot wake up, and I am not quite asleep
Stranded somewhere
in the space in the middle:
where dreams come to be born or to die.