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Not quite dreaming

Dedicated to she who named it

In that time between sleeping and waking
there's a place that's not always there
where time past and present and future
seems to coalesce in the very fresh air
and all the people of beloved memory seem
to mix with those people they never ever met
and sometimes those yet to be born join in
to make it a meeting never to forget.

We laugh and we smile
shed the odd tear
the blood bonds
annealing
healing
erasing the years

In that time between waking and sleeping
I never know when it will occur
I can sometimes get  to that place
I'm always so pleased to be  there



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Not quite dreaming