fields of freedom or pain of lies

We run across the field of space

There are no questions

There are no answers

Only the marks of the sun’s trace

We are trying to catch a breath of air

No one to watch

No one to judge

The beautiful freedom of nowhere

It surrounds our being

Protects our minds

We can move to the dance of ourselves

As it opens the centre of human meaning

She holds her hand

Everything is sane

She knows she wishes to have her forever

Their touch willingly separates

The others enter the game.