Don't tremble, my love
for there are no endings.
And even your fear will decay into dirt,
lost and forgotten,
becoming the foundation from which-
-new lives bloom
-every life blooms

At the ****** of pain, your tear, as it falls,
diffuses into the pallet of design,
unobserved, from now through yesterday-
-to quench the thirst of descendants
-to trickle over the face of the Earth as her own tear-
-as it is

Don't tremble, my love,
for the air will not warm for your comfort.
You have only you
and all the kings and Gods, stars and beasts
will never have you-
-not like you do
-not like I do

You may tremble, if you like,
if you feel bereft of comfort.
But it won't be restored
unless you take it yourself