Three things awake me

Three things awake me, my face to my pillow, my hand outstretched
The possibility that he might be, close to me, in bed
Waking further, thinking started, realise I'm surprising myself
Chasing sideways what was right there, quickly disappearing to someone else's dream
Someone else's world so clear, that for an instant I held dear

The difference, I find, between an instant and a lifetime
Is hard to trace

When you feel it inside, there's no external lies
Or truths to see with unmarred vision
Because the eyes that guide your heart to your mind
Are not as sharp as you might think them to be
In that moment, the instant, or night, you believed that you were someone else
Someone who could fly, perhaps, or craft, or lie, or find life hard
And that belief grabbed on, with claws, to your inside skin, held within, keeping thin
Tracks of what was left

As the sun rises it creeps and peeps and draws you now from your beliefs
Returning to the 'familiar' world that upon meeting you find unbelieving
Far too fleeting, far too meek
Far too serious to keep chasing through the things you thought you knew
But in the night the wanderer wanders
Over downs and under borders
And makes a life that seemed so rooted
Until you wake, no, five minutes later
You're back to another life, so convoluted
And it seems like then, your morning's started, and the life in your sight in the night time flight is not the one you see today that seems like such a fight sometimes

Having been on a night-time dream helps a day-time dream feel less serene
More full of chance and possibility
Increases your thoughts and possible ability
If you really thought you were him or her
The possibility of who you can be, and feel serene, is totally unlimiting