Somewhere

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Somewhere she pirouettes
and my people lean into her beauty,
somewhere our dreams are real.

Somewhere she dances
and his heart beats close to my ear,
somewhere our dreams are real.

Somewhere she smiles
and we bask in her perfection,
somewhere our lives are a dream,

somewhere,
where we are real.

 

©Jane Paterson Basil

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15 thoughts on “Somewhere

    1. “How we used to laugh
      as if tomorrow wasn’t there”
      Before marriage and children I had a great romance. We believed that today was forever. Now he and I are separated by a mere 17.5 kilometers and forty years.
      Thanks for another great song, Ivor.

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