The woman in the red dress

And then she walks in,
WIth the slightest smile on her lips,
She sits beside me,
But i don't exist

Not in her head,
Only in mine,
All that said,
I walk the line..

It's delicate, precarious,
Away from her,
Away from you,
Away from me....

Eternity washes over me...

The moment we had,
the moment's passed
the moments we lost

Stepping in the sand,
The surf on my feet,
Washes the moments away

There's only gray,
I would like some absolutes
are there imprecise truths?

Read between the lines,
See the signs,
Made in the sand,
As it all washes away....