It draws their gaze across placid curves
Do they thirst for a sip of fire
The heart beats hollow in mind caves
Tribal moans in primal pyres

Bated breath baited eyes 
Are we willing to wait for stillness
The perfume of cinnamon on your sighs
Surrounds our stones and our senses

In a ghostly haze that sets us free
We search what we carefully conceal
I wonder if we are aware
Of the shadows and light that haunt us there

We watch the beauty of the bare
The empty walls we cannot share
You walk with me in black and white
With velvet coat in velvet night

Through impervious apathy
And slavish parables of duty
Let us breathe even for a moment
At the edge of earth the skin of infinity –

– Nausher Nash