simple verse from a simple man


Let’s go away 

To a faraway place, 

Slip through the cracks 

And leave not a trace; 

To the edge of the earth, 

To the edges of time, 

Where the primitive woods 

Exists in its prime. 

And feast from the fruit 

Of the leaves and the seeds, 

With nothing to want 

While the world recedes. 

No words to be spoken, 

No memory to fog 

The story we’ll live 

Beyond the prologue 

For all that we’ve left, 

Not a moment we’ll grieve 

Lost in the rapture 

Of Adam and Eve