Secrets Of Slumberbash Poem by Shirley Harrison

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?