Cartography

"Listen it's boring here," you said.

"Let's go look for Eden." and we were only young

with nothing to lose but our faith

so hand in hand and one by one we went

to the roads much taken, then you:

"Where's the map," so we bothered the grave but hell was

on holiday, now who to ask

why go and wander, that's just called living

I had a plan - let's ask God but

God doesn't hear you if you offer what you have

so I borrowed some of your hopes

and made a bonfire burning unhopes

made our landfall at half past past

you looked around and said "this is Gethsemane"

close enough, and I marked the map

then we curled up in the garden and dreamt