The Fear With No Name

On one summer night while camping Beyond the lights of my city I left the tent and saw on the clear dark sky The lights of the stars and the Milky Way Moving with the clock of the Universe. A slow motion propelling the worlds Towards their eternal conclusion. As I watched them to die and be born I realized my fear with no name. On the grace of mere insignificance The moment asked for my decision To return to the person in the tent And share in her loneliness Promising us not to be broken And still not mending anything Against the motion of the planets Yet be on mercy of companionship Like the worlds moving in darkness Among the light of the stars Or give it no remedy or word and return To trade favors of living together.