I propose to thee a ride and you smile so
And my love finds something to grasp at last
And then thee bend ever so slight and looked
For a while, and I felt like it would last
The clouds let the sun shine through and you
Lay a moment on my breast a gift for the ride last
The soul lays out, uncurls, lets itself breath
As we ride, and I feel my doubts cease to last
Yet, I do seem to resemble a failure so close
Still, I have a ride with the one who wouldn’t last
And I see her, still as fruitful, a reward in wait
For the one who can reach, for the first time and last
Poet, your speak of rhythm, and sculptor, you
Make Venus by your hands, yet, I am in this ride last
Possibly she could have been mine with time
But, there are so many things that do not really last
She remains silent, as we ride through no words
No wishes spoken through, perhaps this would forever last