Centre Of A Maze
We meet, occasionally at the centre of a maze
by Mark Heathcote
Hold hands and look into each other's eyes
There are moments that, aren't a malaise
That keeps us coming back that clarifies.
It is this true, point the heart of our existence
It shouldn't be put off until, tomorrow but we do
Each time more withdrawn with more resistance
We go blind; our love is a faded tattoo.
But these open spaces all around aren't knit
They scare us, they no longer interweave
Now the journey back gets much bigger, doesn't it?
There's no turning back; it's now time to leave
"Wait love", bring a picnic basket and watch the stars
Gaze first the dusk, refill our reservoirs.