Can a poem be a dream or a dream be a poem?
Does it work that way, where one is another?
The seams between so tightly sewn
That you can’t unwind without ripping
Tearing
Destroying the simple beauty that resides within
Or are they cold and estranged
Untouching
Apart
Or are they both?
A distance so small they almost touch
Filling each others gaps
While being polar opposites