Real from Surreal, Surreal from Real

Moment of Reality between Two Dreams

What disturbs me,
between two sleep cycles of the night,
when dream has just given to reality
though reality not completely yet in sight,
Is what's to wake from dream?
Where does it begin where ends?
When shall I wake from life?
When will reality transcend?

Every new day comes.
Every new day is gone.
What did pass from the past?
As a lesson to the following dawn

Tomorrow I long for a new wave of truth
As the fish gasping for breath longs for rain
in a slowly drying pond
Yet trapped I'd still remain
In the webs of diurnal circles
And mundane logic bonds

Oh why did I
open my eyes
into darkness that pervades so deep?
When at least was comfort
therein closed eyes
of the sweet caressing sleep,
under the dim artificial lights of a dream
Self-illuminating though it may seem.