Dreams in the Dusk
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day's close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day's loss
Wrote in tears the heart's loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.
The way is dark,
The light is dim,
But now there's you,
Me, her and him.
The chances look small,
The choices look grim
But everything you learn there
Will help you when you return there.
From "Into the Woods" by Stephen Sondheim, 1987
