Hypnagogic

While still in the vapors

Of the hypnagogic

Not yet tied down

To the realness of logic

Untethered from life

For a few sacred minutes

When the chains of the day

Do not yet have us in it

The place where we try to

Remember our dreams

Knowing full well we can not

Discern what they mean

For the rock and the soil

Will claim us too fast

And the stars stay above

Our most frustrated grasp

As the vapor secedes

We cling to the shards

And try to extract

Realities barbs

But alas we submit

To its horrible grasp

And wait in our numbness

For a reason to gasp