The In-between Time
She’s about to wake,
To slip into that
In-between time where
Morning’s scent is pearled and blue,
And the waves of her dreams
Release breath’s steady meter.
Dawn spurns twilight, and
All her nocturnal chatter, so fluid
And easy, dissipates and disappears.
Vapours. Translucent. As jellyfish.
These dreams go, forgotten
As the sun drifts into sight .
Written for Visual Verse. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023
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