The Daydreamer

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Salute.

When the sunset is spent

At the end of a long rigorous day

Lost

In a daydream that's all mine

While my thunderous heart

Beats on fire

Filled with whispering

Spellbinding words

To take me higher 

I always wonder 

Are we but one of many

Silent prayers 

Blowing yonder

Like soft snowflakes

In an endless night

Pagan Songs carried skywards

Just lost 

In whirlwinds of golden shimmering dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for someone to just 

Trust

Rapturous but maybe blue 

Does my own heart still sing love

Songs

For just you

I know 

As long as we both live 

As long as the days are long 

With so many God-given treasures 

To give 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered

With my rescue

For when the sunset has gone

And died 

And night stalks all the lands

When the low drums rumble

And old pianos sing

When the eerie high pitch noise 

Of self-doubt 

Returns

Once again

I’ll dream that old favorite daydream 

Living with you as my queen

In that classic scene from Casablanca 

Where my broken-heart 

No longer screams

(C)

Copyright John Duffy