in a moment he steps away   and the grin on her lips   fades away   and the silence   to her is golden   as the plan that she makes   out of fear      a sixpence of holdings   leaves her wallowing   and her thoughts plead   today is the day   but the strain on her needs   is what's strangling   not needed, not wanted,   not dear      it's not enough,   no not enough at all   not at all   it's long enough   she says, to fall   long to fall      travel down her frown   to find the thoughts of   love pondering   justifyingly covering   the weak   her Galahad has   just been wandering      perhaps the steel   softens his fall   but we all see   his fists rendering   against his will   and back again   no longer just a   bad day simmering      it's not enough   no not enough at all   not at all   it's long enough   she says, to fall   long to fall      so she lands and he smiles   it's over for awhile   and the grasp of his love   leaves her gasping for air   for air