Once again, I'm dreaming, floating in my In-Between.
Eagerly floating in another delicious morning dream.
In this dreamscape, I am not quite in and I am not quite out.
Sometimes is seems like a tug of war or an internal bout.
Within this dream, I'm enjoying a sweet and attractive fruit.
She's playing an enticing love song on her cute, seductive flute.
I'm aware that I've made promises and I know too, so has she.
What is happening in this dream, when awake, an impossibility.
Dreams can slip by our boundaries which normally make us stop.
Dreaming, I feel her soft embrace as my normal barriers drop.
What starts with a tender hug mushrooms into a forbidden kiss.
We fold into each other lost in our urgent, romantic bliss.
Dreaming within the In-Between, I am not helpless or lost.
I am aware of what I do, but unafraid, for here, no moral cost.
I know soon a curtain will fall and I'll awake alone in my bed,
Trying my best to remember, to recall what was done or said.
Reflecting on my In-Between, it can be much more than a dream.
Souls of others may enter, cutting through a dimensional seam.
Loved ones long past seem to reach out with comfort or advice.
Time softly weaving as we visit, our dream feels so very nice.
I don't want to forget these journeys, but so many fade as I wake.
Whether friendly romps of desire, or reunions of love or ache.
In the end, the doorway closes and dreams fall away from me.
Sand castles washed by the waves, crumbling back into the sea.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
Once again, I'm dreaming, floating in my In-Between.
Eagerly floating in another delicious morning dream.
In this dreamscape, I am not quite in and I am not quite out.
Sometimes is seems like a tug of war or an internal bout.
Within this dream, I'm enjoying a sweet and attractive fruit.
She's playing an enticing love song on her cute, seductive flute.
I'm aware that I've made promises and I know too, so has she.
What is happening in this dream, when awake, an impossibility.
Dreams can slip by our boundaries which normally make us stop.
Dreaming, I feel her soft embrace as my normal barriers drop.
What starts with a tender hug mushrooms into a forbidden kiss.
We fold into each other lost in our urgent, romantic bliss.
Dreaming within the In-Between, I am not helpless or lost.
I am aware of what I do, but unafraid, for here, no moral cost.
I know soon a curtain will fall and I'll awake alone in my bed,
Trying my best to remember, to recall what was done or said.
Reflecting on my In-Between, it can be much more than a dream.
Souls of others may enter, cutting through a dimensional seam.
Loved ones long past seem to reach out with comfort or advice.
Time softly weaving as we visit, our dream feels so very nice.
I don't want to forget these journeys, but so many fade as I wake.
Whether friendly romps of desire, or reunions of love or ache.
In the end, the doorway closes and dreams fall away from me.
Sand castles washed by the waves, crumbling back into the sea.
This is the last of my dream poems. This proceeded by two of my better poems, "Where Dreams are Born" and "Nightly Intruder". I will revisit "Floating in my In-Between" in the future and fix it. This is one less thing in my "in basket". Hmmm, that might be a fun poem too.
