It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
Stay with me in the race. I’m hanging in the saddle
Almost off. Reach now from your sure mount
And steady me. Seat assured...
No I don’t tire of her smile
Her face is new each time I look
Why she is merry- in my book...