Between Dream and Awake

If I could dream at all times, maybe I wouldn't feel this soon

to fade. The worlds that wrapped around me, but daylight steals the

ones I made. I wake up and they fall away like waves that

never learn to stay. My mind was once an ocean wide,

but now it's quiet cold inside. How do I get back

to them, to the colors in the deep? Where the sky

inside my head would stay with me when I wake from sleep.

I want the tide to turn again, to lift me when I break.