In between sleep and consciousness lies that which remains true...

Between the sleep and consciousness
Lies that which we seek
Knowledgeable we are not
For truth we never find
The treasure that we long for
Rests buried within our minds
So how does one look for that
Which is burrowed in between
Two worlds that never contact
Like the Earth and Luna's seam
Who dance their never ending dance
Revolving their rotation, and rotating revolution
But oh! Never mind that stance
What I came to say
Is nothing more than this
Inspiration comes
From nothing more than bliss
But Sir!
Surely you must lie!
For there are even greater poets
Who's despair inspire
Ah, so true young squire!
How a fool I have been
For nothing but greatness comes
From that which lies in between!