If there is some good in the world
And if dreams do come true
Then perhaps we'll meet in paris
One day, me and you.
You’d make an actress
And I could be a poet,
If miracles do happen,
We’ll meet. I swear it.
If there is yet good in the world,
If magic still exists,
If our wishes can be heard,
If our plots were to twist,
You are the sun,
And I am the moon,
If our dream is too wild,
Then I’ll be a loon.
Somewhere in the future,
Somewhere in Paris,
Somewhere is some universe,
Somewhere by magic,
Under the sky,
The stars,
And Eclipse,
And if its uncertain i’ll still keep it by me ,
Alongside my dreams
And I'll hope somewhere in the universe,
You and I meet.
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- Comment from author about the poem: She's the sun and I'm the moon we only know each other from reflections and shadows, we've never met, but maybe one day under an eclipse we will
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This has such a wistful feel. So many cues the Paris brings memories of Casablanca and we will always have Paris, the second stanza Harry Chapin and Taxi, the third Neil Diamond and the song Play Me. The last stanza Herbert Gronemeyer Der Weg. A most lovey write that plays softly on the soul. A fave
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