When We Were More Than Dreams

By Dee Newman

In the morning light
Of another long and lonely night
I think of when it all seemed right
When we were more than dreams

Along this narrow ridge
The traces of our passage
Still hold my heart hostage
From when we were more than dreams

In this lonely place
I still long to be in her embrace
To feel her breath upon my face
When we were more than dreams

Beyond the rise, on the downward curve
The twists and turns test every nerve
Though we rarely get what we deserve
We never know what fate will serve

From the hill country
To the foggy depths of destiny
She’ll still have the best of me
As I go reaching for extremes

Through the mist and twilight
Of this cold and lonesome night
All seems fixed or finite
Now that we’re no more than dreams

I suppose, I always knew
 She was too good to be true
Too young to pursue
And that one day we’d seem
No more than just a dream

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