Vision

In between waking and sleeping
Caught where the stars dance and
Edges become visions, words pull
Echoing through this rough world,
Why,
   how,
      can,
        be,
          still
All competing for becoming yet
Unclear so far at the curve, not
Real, only resting between, not
Ignored, just resting until a breath
Comes,
   divine,
     inspiration,
        made,
           whole
Brought into fullness in time
Sit in the dreams of the morning
Light yet to come, born in rising