In innocence they enter

Cross the crumbled and cracked creation
Boundaries born, blockades for breaking
Slide into the silver-scape that stretches on
And know the night is not nearly gone

Time ticks trimly, tocking, talking the truth
Sun slips silently across this slumbering, star-strewn space
Gasping at the greener grass as the gentle grasp of morning grows
Watching as warm waves of light weave with widespread sky
Always amazed, an awe of living, an answerless asking of why

Fire flares across the fringe of the fields, a few final free moments
Two melted mouths make merry mischief
Bare bodies bend and break apart, bid the burning bond abate
Farewelling the fugitives flee the field
To meet once more by the merciful moonlight
Of a new night not knowing of the innocence ending

On furtive feet they go