Ordinary Dreaming
No springtime will come back to us, not now,
our day is gone, our chances are all missed.
The train has left our station without us.
We never did get to that special place
we thought we needed to visit, maybe,
even live there - if only for a while.
There was a dream of hand in hand, always
and slowly on across those twilight beaches
towards long peaceful nights together still.
But there always are dreams beyond the night
and there always will be those dreamers too,
although we never were that fortunate.
Our dreams were just the ordinary dreams,
while in those extraordinary times
we thought we could be like the special ones
who had those dreams that would always come true.
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