From The Farewell Glacier by Nick Drake
Fold up the charts. Close the guidebooks And the scrolls Of information. Turn the engines off. Let the laptop Sleep. Let your wristwatch Stop. Let plans and speculations And the names of things Go– Pick up a stone And hold it in your hand; This is the history Of the world – Watch the animal of the light Always moving away Across the land In its own time – And when the darkness comes Welcome it For it makes you think And dream













