seeing in between the spaces

I have just read a paper on" influence" for the OU and I have a wry smile at the poem below. In this I give the merest of nods to Allen Ginsberg's brilliant poem "Howl," and also to the poems of a friend of mine who taught me to see the spaces between reality and unreality.

Do you dream of me?

Last night I dreamt, again, of you -

the kind of dream that shivers

between imagination and reality.

Maybe our dreams, tinged by the rose

of dawn, will embrace

 hovering in that magical space

 where we compose our  lives.

Where truth blends seamlessly

across boundaries, unlimited by reality;

where desire soars and hands reach out

unshackled from the cuffs of conscience;

where a thousand blind eyes watch the fire

 of passion igniting our  minds;

where sanity and madness combust

and silent voices shout aloud;

where angels fly unheralded

waiting to be seen

and oceans pause as the earth tilts

unexpectedly ;

where we conduct our own music

imprinting  notes on the dewy air

whose echoes are remembered

 in the morning;

maybe then we will wake and find, in our own unreality

reality.