Hold my mind, for it loiters around Like a hero knight in majestic wear; And would it sprint, as the time goes by Under the reigns; of a sweet, slim one. There are passions that alight fires in me, And pressures harsh as they poise me nigh, Though the tempers may be old and rhythms new; I wonder at the drives so slight so few. In the realms of reality do I jog with her As the tempos of her beats, feathered as they are Tramp through the wilds in the folds of my heart; In moments she rides, with passion and glee. I know the world will move, still as it ages on; Will the shadows she casts ever sublime.