There exists
In the stillness that resides
after the full black of the night
and before the first light has touched
the extreme edge of the horizon

A gentle 
pulsing
dream-like zen

Where silence is not the quiet of emptiness
and alone is not the sadness of singularity

In this place
In this nook that is more a place
within the confines of my mind
Than it is a place without

I allow myself to define my dreams.

Those improbable, yet not impossible
Fantasies

The what ifs of every colour



If I had held back that comment
If I had gone for that kiss
If I had known then what I know now

Suppose he did love me
What would the road look like?

What if he is lonely
Would he welcome my touch?

If I were perfection personified
If you knew.

If negative consequences were a myth
If my definition of success were all that mattered



As the windows of the building across the street
start reflecting the bright gold of the rising sun

As brightness starts to fill the sky.
As words begin to capture my thoughts.

I retreat from 
My improbable dreams
And land
Once more
Into the comfort of now.