Out of my dreams and into your arms I long to fly
I will come as evening comes to woo a waiting sky.
Out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows,
When the mist is low and stars are breaking through
Then out of my dreams I’ll go Into a dream with you
From the Broadway Show: Oklahoma
Such are the words that randomly were heard on the Jonathan Schwartz show on WNYC. That familiar swelling of the heart and inner soul permeated my being and caused my eyes to water. I wanted to define this feeling. What was causing it? Where did this tune come from?
After a moments pondering, it came to me. Not as quickly as a contestant on Jeopardy but after some mental hemming and hawing and doing a fast forward of my brains Broadway show tunes archives, I came up with the answer. It’s a tune from Oklahoma, a show that doesn’t bring back memories of a broken relationship or a cathartic moment. No. There weren’t any poignant moments that resurrected. Instead, it was a feeling I so often had in my younger years, pre-marriage, pre-recovery. Back when love was defined by boy meets girl as their silhouettes are defined by the sunset they are walking towards. Feelings that stemmed from a broken heart or the ups and downs of mood swings most likely influenced by monthly cycles.
And while I most certainly don’t miss those days of angst and woe or heightened excitement and supposable romance, I forgot all about such extreme emotional low and heights.
Hearing Jennifer Jones or Barbara Cook, depending on which soundtrack you listen to, brought it all back to me. And what a wonder. It gave me an opportunity to step back and experience this feeling of old. A feeling I never would want to experience again but a feeling that is remembered. Without hearing this tune, would I ever have opened a door and recall the slings and arrows of a phase of my life?
And the moment this melody regurgitated, was also a memory unto itself.