Centre Of A Maze

We meet, occasionally at the centre of a maze Hold hands and look into each other's eyes There are moments that, aren't a malaise That keeps us coming back which clarifies. It is this true, point at the heart of our existence It shouldn't be put off until, tomorrow but we do Each time more withdrawn with more resistance We go blind; our love is a faded tattoo.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.