the rain fell soft   on the green and distant fields.   I saw you run   to the shelter of the trees.      I stood alone   with weeds and broken bricks -   my pale fingers curled   round blades of autumn grass.      [chorus:]   I heard your feet crack earth and branch   but you were covered by the leaves.   I shouted out and called your name   but you were hiding in the trees.      days in the trees.      You rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes   and let the real taste of God   change the color of my thoughts.      I was draining the heaven   from the warmth of your breasts;   lighting fire on the stone.      I tore at the seams   of my smooth and laundered clothes   and ran to the trees   racing naked against the day.      [chorus]      days in the trees.      the ascent to your heaven,   spending days in the trees.      (I can't stand him laughing at us)