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.
