cold air, Distant Eastern Glare

a gleam runs in my eye

it feels like nothing

fresh air, refreshed and then divined

a chill runs down my spine

it feels like nothing

come to me, out from the glare

you're so adored, you're so adored

come back to me, out from the glare

you're so adored, you're so adored

that dark, that frozen Distant Glare

reach straight to me

it feels like nothing

these hands melt then disengage

what is this and that?

It feels like nothing