I cross it just to see my footprints well behind
But when I turn the blizzard always threatens me to blind
My eyes from where I’ve been
And though I know I need to keep
My focus on where I’m going
I can’t help looking back
To see where my feet pressed down so deep
…
When I reach the other side
The view expands around
And includes where I would bound
That is where we meet
And no, not a thing that I had been
Will I ever get to hide
Or will ever catch us when we ride
…
Before and there and other side
For some are all the same and each one knows her name
They watch and wait their eyes too wide
