And she sat there, staring at me –
Eyes black khol
Hair wet cold
I was naked, she was glass.
For the better part of an hour,
We were connected –
Thought mouth word
Sounds not heard
She had lost her mind, I was far from mine;
Cos I dream't I was awake,
But when I woke, I was asleep …

There are some people in life who we meet who are so mystic; cryptic. When they speak  it's song, and when you listen - it's silent. They enter our lives sometimes briefly, but they stay with you long after they're gone. It's refreshing - almost poetic, to have a conversation with someone and not say a word; yet you know everything, even if you don't know their name ...