(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

To mine own tune you dance, my dear.

Go, now

As the horizon disappears beyond
     your heavy eyes.

And me, I remain your surprise.





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