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Secrets of Slumberbash

Secrets of Slumberbash

   
So, I can tell you 
my recurring dreams 
are extremely vivid 
sometimes, I even wake 
feeling as though 
I'd never been asleep at all

and in my dreams 
I visit the streets of London 
where it seems 
I'm searching, searching
for him  
searching for that one face
the one of my soulmate, no less
the one I've never even met 
​​​​in full consciousness 

the most extraordinary thing is
in my dreams
I can actually feel emotion
can you feel emotion in yours?
I can literally cry tears upon my pillow
I can laugh loud 
I can feel my ever expanding smile
and I can also feel grief 
did you know, sometimes 
I can even see my Angel?

but this one particular dream
always ends the same
I never do find him 
I never get to touch
his beautiful face 
or feel safe in his arms 
yet, I feel his presence 
I can feel him all around me
whether I'm awake or asleep 
serenity surrounds my soul
If you'll pardon my dramatics?

nevertheless 
on awakening each morn
there is always an aching
of something missing
but I just get on 
with my day 
regardless
 
because that is just what one does...
well, isn't it?

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Bernie Martin

Ah to have that dream is a blessing itself. "Serenity surrounds my soul." Lovely line, great alliteration and yes I'll drink to that. 
Emotion in dreams? Yes definitely. And your last line sort of brings the dreamer back to reality, somewhere they'd no doubt rather not be. 
One night my dear friend, one night. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Awe, thank you dear Bernie, your review is gorgeous, yes I have certain dreams that make me wake happy or extremely disappointed 🤣,  how wonderful is the slumberbash of night. Thank you lovely poet 🌹

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