Come to this side of the ignorant
Across from the rising sun
Where the trees bend
And the rivers run dry
Where life becomes a reaction
To a greater being
We depend upon only ourselves
Come and let us hear your prayer
A poem from time, forever,
Resting on a far away meadow
Where clouds never show
To where we may never be
Until the blissful death imposes
Our wishes to be anywhere
But this world of theirs.

Published by Bryn Montgomery