don't pursue the fear

The space-time of trees is inside you
after we have made love.

In bed and asleep, your eyelids
are all that covers you.

Don't pursue the fear,
don't say always, don't say never.
Give the world the liberty
to make its own way.

The space-time of trees is inside you
after we have made love.

Pleasure bathes you
as a tear does the eye.

Don't pursue the fear,
don't say always, don't say never.
Give the world the liberty
to make its own way.

The space-time of trees is inside you
after we have made love.

[Kirmen Uribe {1970- } 'The Space-Time of Trees', from Meanwhile, Take my Hand]