Bluebells 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. Back