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