Between the Cracks…

Between the cracks of the walls,
Lodged are the thoughts,
Dreams and nightmares,
Daydreaming and conversations
Of ours.

Between the cracks
We are buried
Not too deep,
Nor far beyond
The surface of reality

Between the edges of the years,
Months, days, and seasons,
We are deeply carved
And engraved
To be rewarded
Of the more.

Between the cracks and creases,
We lie in peace, unperturbed.
In quietude amidst the crowd.
And in the reign of the disturbed.

Between the splits of life,
The seconds and minutes,
There, we lie awake
To the world of beyond,
Unraveled,
And un-comprehended.
Only to peek
Through the cracks
Of this world.