You walk in beauty
as I walk in beauty
gliding ever towards each other
gliding always apart
   It is a dance
and it is a race towards land's end
a cliff dive into the ocean between us
with no diving bell
no breathing apparatus
in a no man's land
where no needs are met
and no vows exchanged

   I am walking
and I am imagining that you are walking
like an unspoiled promise
that may never be
delivered