On the Borders of Dreams

I wander where the waking world turns soft at night. Where thoughts grow wings and doubts dissolve in light. The edge of sleep hums low, a silver seam of night. Stitching hope to fear with threads of quiet light.

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Here, broken clocks forget the rules of time.
And whispered wishes learn the art of rhyme.
Each breath becomes a bell that bends with time.
Ringing truths in echoes wrapped in rhyme.

Footsteps fade, yet lead me somewhere true.
Across a sky still wet with shades of blue.
I follow signs the daylight never knew.
Drawn by a pull as old as morning dew.

At dawn, I stand, unsure which side I seem.
Awake, yet holding fast to what I dream.
The world returns, but nothing’s what it seemed.
I cross back changed, from the borders of a dream.

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