Behind closed eyes
Sleep releases its lazy touch.
Patterns of fragmented dreams fade away
In woven beams of lacey haze.
Impressions of things that seemed to be,
Recede to a place of hidden in-between.
Unraveling threads of golden hues
revealing morning’s violet blues.
I close my eyelids again
That lovey place, neither here nor there.
No thoughts, no words, no needs.
A delicate moment, before,