Sometimes
I get to 
Thinking about
Ordinary silence
The space 
In between
When the black
Of your mind
Colours 
The places
Underneath words
When the pictures
And thoughts
Line up 
And the hum
Of the sound
That lies
Underneath
Drips through 
Your consciousness
Painting your thoughts
Into ideas
Until the circus
Inside your head
Spins and whirls
And the shadows
Become people
And the people become 
Shadows
And a new world 
Opens up 
Right behind your eyes
Just behind the 
Mirror
And you massage 
Your soul
And bit by bit
Let yourself disappear 
Into a place 
That has 
No edges 
But is more vivid
More real
Than anything you
Notice
With your seeing 
Eyes
And it seems to me
That this 
Is the place
Where dreams 
Are made
This is the reality
Of what could be
This is the life
Between the gaps
That makes 
Everything turn 
Into something
Just a little bit
More
Bearable