Lyrics - Dream of Another Life
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kokopelleI wrote the first two lines of “Dream of Another Life” late one evening. That night I dreamed of the poem's subject. In the dream I explored rewriting the beginnings of our time so the end of the relationship would be different. I awoke and nothing had changed, other than knowing how I would complete the song.
Dream of Another Life
Poem for Day 221 – 20150809
I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
By my side in the wistful thoughts
of one who knows the best was loss.
There was the day I would have left
my world behind to be by your side.
That day came and went with timing
that placed us both on other paths.
Our story began many years ago,
in this breadth I see something true.
The years apart are few in compare
to the pleasure we both enjoyed.
Still I wonder what will come to be,
was that happy past just a fad?
I think back to what used to be,
and ponder a future foretold.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
We both met when we were younger,
you more so with me the elder.
Our paths then crossed and latched,
joined together as decades passed.
You grew older and so did I,
this did not lessen the connection felt.
Dreams were hatched in longing hearts,
of things that would be if life changed.
You're the only one with whom I
would have a child in love shared.
What is this manifest desire
to produce a life with you alone?
You, me, and baby would make more
with the children you had from before.
Each loved because they are part of you,
precious ones that I would adore.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
A conjunction of love did present,
meeting of bodies one last time.
An opportunity to both exclaim
the way our lives should progress.
The dice were cast, gamble was lost,
when another player took the field.
I'll not begrudge the choices made,
there was more than love at hand.
Hearts became tied with knots of loss,
commitments made along the way,
revelations of God's base desires,
these trumped a life past dreamt.
Our lives parted paths in the woods,
each road leading separate ways.
Others supported this turn of fate
even as tears rose to my eyes.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
Others now remind me of you,
but they are a poor substitute.
They are not the one I loved,
the one to which I would commit.
The years grow short as winter sets,
twilight drawing on human lives.
You are far while my tears are near,
wheels turn and still I dream of you.
You may never see these bold words,
and still I tell them from my heart.
Casting them out as spilled ink
reveals the marks set in my soul.
I do dream of another life,
the one in which you are my wife.
This passion is my reality,
a cruel twist of this mortal time.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
Where is my dream of another life?
Where is my dream of another life?
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Dream of Another Life
Poem for Day 221 – 20150809
I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
By my side in the wistful thoughts
of one who knows the best was loss.
There was the day I would have left
my world behind to be by your side.
That day came and went with timing
that placed us both on other paths.
Our story began many years ago,
in this breadth I see something true.
The years apart are few in compare
to the pleasure we both enjoyed.
Still I wonder what will come to be,
was that happy past just a fad?
I think back to what used to be,
and ponder a future foretold.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
We both met when we were younger,
you more so with me the elder.
Our paths then crossed and latched,
joined together as decades passed.
You grew older and so did I,
this did not lessen the connection felt.
Dreams were hatched in longing hearts,
of things that would be if life changed.
You're the only one with whom I
would have a child in love shared.
What is this manifest desire
to produce a life with you alone?
You, me, and baby would make more
with the children you had from before.
Each loved because they are part of you,
precious ones that I would adore.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
A conjunction of love did present,
meeting of bodies one last time.
An opportunity to both exclaim
the way our lives should progress.
The dice were cast, gamble was lost,
when another player took the field.
I'll not begrudge the choices made,
there was more than love at hand.
Hearts became tied with knots of loss,
commitments made along the way,
revelations of God's base desires,
these trumped a life past dreamt.
Our lives parted paths in the woods,
each road leading separate ways.
Others supported this turn of fate
even as tears rose to my eyes.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
Others now remind me of you,
but they are a poor substitute.
They are not the one I loved,
the one to which I would commit.
The years grow short as winter sets,
twilight drawing on human lives.
You are far while my tears are near,
wheels turn and still I dream of you.
You may never see these bold words,
and still I tell them from my heart.
Casting them out as spilled ink
reveals the marks set in my soul.
I do dream of another life,
the one in which you are my wife.
This passion is my reality,
a cruel twist of this mortal time.
Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
Where is my dream of another life?
Where is my dream of another life?
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
