from the cape to the hook with a carpet of leaves underfoot through the lakes and the pines with my nose and my ears and eyes and with the warm sun on my shoulders and with the river rushing down i m walking on a path to higher ground out of the trees and through the clouds down the fence in the dusk through the scree at the foot of the bluff and i drank from the brook and i slept in the lee of the wood and in the house where i last held you our bed was cast adrift all night and you were taking me to higher ground out of my skin above the clouds and in the canvas of a clear night a billion pins of flickering light and i dreamed of rising up beside you among the galaxies and stars and you were taking me to higher ground out of my skin above the clouds