And if I'm cold now
I once loved fire.

And if you shiver
in the mist

there was a time
when you lay warm by me.

If you think how we heard voices
from an empty sky,

tucked bluebells in our hair
on the long road to the airfield -

remember that it is hard
to walk backwards.

To stand on two hands!
To look up and kiss the earth!

 2002 Joel Van Valin. All rights reserved.