poetry in her window pane   see our faces in the moonless night   with no need for a spoken word   too afraid to be open now   innocent for as long as silence is our friend      spinning round in my belly wheel   in the garden behind veiled eyes   I'm the boy again, standing in the flood   so in love with the tides      should I save myself from you   and then drown in distant memories   should I give myself to you   or just throw it all away?      poetry in the window pane   her devotion, a mysterious smile   how long will we play this waiting game   how long will we stay on tricky ground   how long will we play this waiting game