In the pause between regular breaths,

In the space between printed lines,

In the twilight of an everyday day,

On the border between black and white,

/

Is where you’ll find

Her

/

You can ask Her a million things,

But Her answer is always the same;

You can beg Her to fulfill your dreams

But next to Her they’ll seem void and pale;

/

You can plead that she show you the way,

Or that instead she let you roam free

But before you finish your prayer,

You’ll forget every word as you whisper Her name;

/

In the pause between ‘was’ and ‘will be’,

In the space between the Earth and the Sky,

In the twilight between Good and Bad

On the border between Them and I

/

Is where you’ll find

You