Romantic Things

By Bruce Clifford

Do you still dream of romantic things?
Do you still fly between diamonds and rings?
With your feet on the ground all the troubles and fears.
Are you safe and sound without any more tears.

  Do you still dream of remarkable things?
Do you soar above the voices who sing?
With your dreams in the sky of lost transit and space.
In the blink of an eye all your dreams were erased.

  You wanted to paint the world.
You wanted to paint the setting sun.
You wanted to believe in romantic things.
I never wanted us to be done.

  Do you still believe in romantic things?
Do you still aspire to be almost anything?
With your toes in the sand while you forgot all your plans.
I hope in your heart you can understand.

  Do you still hope for the most special things.
Do you lift above the moments of regrettable wings.
With your head in the clouds all your dreams could be true.
All I have ever wanted was for there to be a me-and-you.

  You wanted to paint the world.
You wanted to paint the setting sun.
You wanted to believe in romantic things.
I never wanted us to be done.

  ©1/4/2023 Bruce Clifford