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