Fear Complexity

Those foot prints in the forest
retreat our friend in the sky
could not have left.
Then how do we explain
the new imprints,
these distinct impressions?
Who might be the third?
She is fear, born to two;
a compulsion for having recognized each other as
different - I and you.
Fear multiplies as this universe;
reaches far off frontiers
where stars and nebulae gravitateon themselves to save the face.
Fear hides in forest hut,
with us,follows us in darkness of night,
or when clouds cover the sun;
we fail to recognize her rolein our bid to rectify the lapse.
Fear is always the third,
if there are two: