in the moment before the sun rises,
the soft, warm glow creeping onto your face,
quiet Whispers float around my ears.
Whispers of love, hate, and that which is in between.
i wonder aloud,
"are we In Between? where do we fall?"
you take my cold hands in yours, and,
bathed in the golden honey light as we are,
you tell me that we are In Between.
but, you add, you're right where you need to be.
where else would you go?
when you stop and think, where is
there's always a high and low,
big and small,
light and dark.
no matter where you are,
you're always In Between two.
now, you Whisper as you fade away,
dream away those dreams of perfection.
I'll always be here.
first poem y'all, not that great but that's what practice is for