we look softly as if say something that we both require hands poised with grace trace of a smile playing on a face taking low looking into you how can I know?. what runs though you? its absurd and impossible there is no way to tell we stand lonely almost as far apart as a pearl and its empty shell what runs through me what stands over me? transparent unclear murmering slyly seeking to defy me and what I hold dear? whisper to me in small hours so calm and then tell me that this holds no charm no saving grace or no satisfying there's no clearing space when there is no room to think