I crossed many bridges
Waded through some of the rivers
That flow under them
Did I look back?
Sometimes,
When on the far banks
I stopped to rest
Before I started towards a new cliff to climb
At night sometimes
When I lay beneath the stars
Wishing for a warmer blanket
To keep me warm
I thought I saw your silhouette
A shadow against the light
In your window
I wished I had never left
When the warmth of dawn wakes me
I see the road ahead as clear as the footprints
My feet shall now make
Towards a horizon ever receding
And I’ll think of the night
With claustrophobia