This time I won't take off on my own...

Call me, call me
upwards and over the tallest forms,
clinging and climbing to the pinnacle of imagination.

Call me, call me
down into their steepest reaches,
into the cupped hands of the great alpines.

Call me, call me
to the edges of their longest fingers,
beyond their faintest imprints.

Call me, call me
past the shaded green of their lofty observance,
where the darkness is real and without protection.

Call me with any ripple from your voice.
And I swear, when your words pierce my conscience,
seizing my obsessive mind with no other options,
I will go.

But call me, please call me
Only if you will weave your fingers into mine
[smiling at me through your eyes]
and promise to not let go until we get there...