When you slumber, free from reality
With limbs in gentle repose, breathing soft
The images come, unrestrained, welcome
Of days gone by or a longed for future
Complete liberty to construct your view
Of a World that beckons your aching soul
Do you face the fear that binds you: regret
Or are you, in that moment, cleansed, reborn?
What do you dream when night comes to claim you?
When you become, once more, all that you hide
I dream of the day I first saw your face
I dream of the day I’ll hold you again
I dream of you, my love, I dream of you.
Lisa x
A beautiful poignant poem.
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Thank you Sadje x
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Youβre welcome π
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Very nicely done. Felt it.
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Thanks Matt, means a lot π x
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So poignant Lisa xxxx
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Thanks Lorraine π cxxx
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A great image to go with a lovely heartfelt poem. xx
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Ah bless you, thanks Peter :O) x
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Beautiful. Amazing work on this.
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Coming from you that really means a lot, thanks River π xx
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Youβre welcome.
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Pure and brilliant.
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Very kind, thanks so much π
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Beautiful. Hauntingly beautiful
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Ah bless you, thanks Billy :O) x
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……….dreams can be such a beautiful place to be go places and see people we long for……….may your dreams bring you on an amazing ride………..
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And you too my friend :O) x
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