(golden lady, #3) In our dreams we stroll side by side Unfettered by the rolling of the tide I turn and ask you your great secret But to my chagrin you always keep it. Why am I still here? What the anchor that drags me into your depths of sorrow? Something you lost, something you gave A memory you seek to save. And here I remain your faithful balladeer; To mine own tune you dance, my dear. Go, now As the horizon disappears beyond your heavy eyes. And me, I remain your surprise.