She had run
Never to embrace remembrance again
And she sat on the bank of the river
Basking in the solitude of the nearing dusk
Secure in the knowledge of her recreated life
The wind caressed her face
Like a loving friend
And the sleepy silence whispered "Ariata"
She listened again
But heard only the wind in the trees
A bird began its evening song
Singing "Ariata" in flowing melody
She grabbed at reason with both hands
But it slipped away like a bird into the sky
She stopped her ears that she should hear
Nothing but the beating of her heart
But it pounded into her ears the name "A-ria-ta"
And desperate to ease
The rhythm of her crazed heart
She stumbled to her feet, to return to Ariata