Seated across is a silent affair looking into my eyes; blurring the loud scenery.An incapable dream, an unimagined union-I whisper.Then you close your eyes and your soul yells my name.I cradle your peace back-with a sigh and kiss your thought away.Because we are an incomplete pair of Romeo and Juliet left alive by the Montagues and the Capulets; killed by the distance of the sun and the moon.