Like the tall men of fortune
Who ride on yesterday’s goodbye
I stand beside the gates of time
Waiting for tomorrow’s first hello.

As the new warmth begins to fade
Beyond the hills of fear,
I’ll run as close to the edge of love
As my tired dreams allow.

Please, then, if you will,
Extend your hand;
I’ll ride upon your touch
And never feel the ground.

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