Last night, today, tonight I've thought of you,
My fear of loving you, my fear of pain,
My own reluctance soon to love again,
And why i often flee what i pursue.
I've thought: if i could make time disappear,
Prune past and future, make the moments flower,
Lobotomize all save this single hour,
Then i could love with neither hope nor fear.
But when i pause to watch the moment flow,
Beneath i see eternity and space,
So thin a moving film is time and place,
Removing us, and all i love and know.
I cannot but anticipate the end:
Desire a lover, yet fear to lose YOU.
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