(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.