It began and the waters ran slowly, trickling along the edges of stones, meandering through fields of corn, one more harvest yet to cull and squelched into a river somewhere South of somewhere else, it didn't really matter where, just because and because it was and when things are was,
you just leave well enough alone,
If upon the rings of a Princes finger on a hand that ploughs no acre you should spot a gem that reminds you of when you too were a King, somewhere, maybe there or somewhere was, anyway if you do remember it was always you who put it there.

Rise and fall all pleasures pall except the last gasp of pain and then again, somewhere was you never knew or did you and not tell?

And beginning ends as it will in the **** or a cheap motel in the moonlight, thrill me with the story one more time, the taste of the sea, the salt, the brine, make me cry, make me the sky that lands on your lips, fly me into you where somewhere was when it all began.
she slips and falls into a trance and I wonder if this is the great romance, but then she smiles and I know it is.