I fall for facades
  
            like skin pale and crows.


    How can I know what is real?

            It's the resonance.


              Would it meet,
          
                   Would it want,
  
                       Would it greet,

                        Would it show,

          would it take me to task in the night
  

                                                  like the resonance....


Stop spinning my heart, please
      till I'm ready to send.

        How could you be of my path?


                           I swallow the still,

                    change acceptance and will

                           till I skip like a stone in the tides

                                                        

                                                                                 of the resonance.