I sometimes like to take walks at night
In a garden secret from all but me...

As her fingers reach out to touch mine
I wonder...

No matter if I love you
or not...

If only I heeded the warnings before,
That prophets had made me see...

"Will you wait for me?"
A wind tunnel laced with black-tipped rose petals...

She glistens under the lamp's light
in a parking lot paved gray...

A battle rages
In the confines of my mind...

Along the road that echoes our memories,
A melody chimes in the back of my mind...

Enchanted, I take the plunge.
Letting go of my self restraint...

Relentless, crashing
Waves leaves rocks scattered, broken...

As the Sun visits from below,
It's gentle rays awaken me...

Flinching, we hold tight
On stale ground. We prepare...