At the edge of reverie and dream

At the edge of reverie and dream
In the dusk or dawn, the edge of life
We catch sight of  images  sublime

The fantasies, the daydreams, how  they seem
Elusive yet eternal in  their  strife
At the edge of reverie and dream

Are they wishes, we’re too scared to deem
Part of our self,  defensive how we shy!
We catch sight of  images designed.

Prophecies of futures  not yet seen
They tell a truth as they flow swiftly  by
At the edge of reverie and dream

Life at these dusk times is slow and green
Aversive to the tempo of  new times
We catch sight of images that stream

Can a writer catch this theme in rhymes;
Write it down in short and telling lines?
At the edge of reverie and dream
We  fish our pictures from this image stream