Silent

There was something to be said. From your mind I could detect the words, the actions and primitive desire to unite. You sailed off, up hill on your bicycle. It could be one-sided these ideas. I could see your life as I saw my own past, as you soared off, up hill, I waited for your turn and a glance. I felt it best to relax and keep my mind silent. I had showcased my passion, a dangerous process, what were you eye's saying? You grasped the handlebars, looked through me and awoken my instincts. You were a girl, a women, who allowed me for one night to drop my guard. As you sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.