Dawn & Dusk

These stories
They come to me in dreams
Sneaking in
As I hang on to the seams

They whisk me away
These bandits in the night
Releasing the chains
That bind me to my life

I soar high
Above whispery clouds so grand
And sweep down low
To the rich, earthy lands

I hear of monsters,
Of myths and legends
Yet I am also with the poor
The oppressed, the beggars

Then I awake
Still clinging to the edge
Breathless from the visions
That I saw in my head