I like to think that br there's a language br which is unspoken, unwritten br except br on rare occasions when a poet br puts two words together or br sometimes even br a whole line br which haunts the reader br beyond sense, even br beyond understanding and br beyond beauty as perceived and br beyond truth as previously revealed br but good beyond hope and yet br not beyond a shiver of delight and br the poet has heard it br in the space between the thoughts br in the space between the words br in the silence between the thoughts br in the silence between the words br br and somewhere very wonderful br two beings we've never seen br look at each other br and smilebr br Michael Shepherdbr br