Always Dreaming Of You

“My moment on stage,”
says the janitor,
his eyes bright and wise.
“The crowd down below
and the lights in my eyes;
always dreaming of you.”

“Adrenaline rush,”
says the daredevil
(though dentist by day).
“The wind in my hair
and a scream in my lungs;
always dreaming of you.”

“Pastels and parades,”
says the little girl,
her chin in her hand.
“With real princesses
and fluffy pink clouds;
always dreaming of you.”

“Her hand wrapped in mine,”
says the scientist
whose wife passed away.
“To spend one day more
with the love of my life;
always dreaming of you.”

So dreamers dream on,
to chase their one dream;
always dreaming of you.