With trust, the rest falls easily into place."

....I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never have to lose it again

Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the Tower of Song
Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
-L.Cohen

(after Highways and Byways by Paul Klee)
But the byways also took us
to our only feasible
horizon.

We hadn't got lost, turned
at too sharp an angle:
it was our road, we pressed

on homelessly, vaguely,
to the blue,
to the fire-face,

peeling off minerals, mammals,
stripping and grafting,
the only way we knew

to save the wheel,
and the road that re-invents it -
the wheel and everything.

· From Poems 1968 - 2004 by Carol Rumens, published by Bloodaxe,