Space between

We lingered just a bit too long
in the space between the dreams,
searching for the meaning
of images seen,
the man who was there then wasn’t
with black pants and white billowing shirt
watching as I tried in vain to explain
where something was,
and how to get to somewhere down the road
but he said nothing,
just gazing at me with a blank stare
and then disappeared in to thin air,
I remember saying to myself at that moment
it was then that I knew I was crazy,
perhaps a line to be used
when white sheets lay before me beckoning
and the pen lifted like a sword
to smash the lingering feelings away,
there is no insanity in those spaces
where water flows and skies lay in repose,
waiting patiently for a solitary view
to calm and soothe
the disrupted mind from its chatter.
The energy was emanating
from every crevice
and the night lay heavy
as my heart skipped its beat,
salvation will not be had in the dreams
for the reality is truly known,
and nightmares once reserved for fever
now slip in unwanted,
and the mind plays tug of war with thoughts.
I see myself floating serenely
as wave upon wave carries me towards the destination
and the light comes haltingly when needed
to the burdened psyche,
but words found in the spaces between heal
and that for now
is just enough to see me through.