How soft the window sways
While I ride on the back of my memories!
Gallop along, dear lady of gentle crimson
Fears.

Thrown wide open is your life ahead;
For the faintest second
You stand unsure
Restless to be gone, yearning to be heard.

I watched him speak, yet again.
I saw him move his lips in the familiar way
And I knew it was time to still
My melting moments.

"When was the last time you felt
Real?"
He had spoken to me.