For the sake of my own being,
you tell me there's no point in it all.

Without a word.

Let it be then, let me sing into a hopeless day and night.

How much, how often,
shall your shapes and persons consume me.

With but a single touch.

Let it be ethereal, wordly, or but a sweet kiss to me.

To them take everything, steal nothing,
give them every single thing, let them smile.

At the hands of their dreams.

Let, the letting be of stars and bountiful admixes.

I am afraid, but don't let them be.
Give them everything my heart does seek.
I am Fear, don't let them have to be.