Slipping Under

 
Here I stand
on the brink of tomorrow,
teetering on the edge
of wakefulness
and slumber,
of things past
and the endless possibilities
of all that's yet to come.

Here I lay
floating upwards
on air current thoughts,
carrying me away,
mind crossing nations
and coming down
in warm embrace.

There I rest
in illusionary hours
contented belief;
body left behind,
and soul unfettered
to time or space.