Friday Poem: Washed in Starlight

Between the Folds of Dawn and Dusk

Hi everyone,

I wanted to share with you a poem I recently wrote, sparked by the fine line that separates our two realms of existence—between dreams and the waking world.

I was caught in a dream; it was an odd one, the kind where you can't discern if you're awake or still dreaming, creating an eerie sense of being trapped.

As I emerged from the clutches of…